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Chapter Two Cowboy town

As stories go something like once upon a t ime there was a place (lets really stretch our

i maginations) I t was a place as wild as a dandelion and as tame as a pile of grey ashes just

waiting for the wind to blow. Because we don’t want to confuse anyone and they might set

out to find this place for the sake of names this place shall be ca;;ed cowboytown. Now if

you lived in the count ry Cowboy town would be down the road a piece and if you lived in

Cowboytown the country was down the road a piece. Either way just about the only way to

get there was r iding horseback or horse drawn buggy cart or carriage coach. There wasn’t

t raffic signals sign post or speed limits, you could stroll through Cowboy town in any way

t hat suited you best. For every person or two there would have to be at least one horse if not

more. Cowboytown saw lots of changes over the years, in the brginning folks would keep a

medium pace along the road to Cowboytown and r ight before they past the edge of town

t hey picked up the pace even to the point of a mad rush and got r ight through to the other

side and on out of town.Even though most folks didn’t even slow down a li t tle bit much less

s top somehow people began to gather and a town appeared almost overnight. These people

were kindly refered to as townsfolk and mostly gathered around Cowboytown to keep the

road clear so there wouldn’t be to many townsfolk gathered up all together backed up in a

heap. I once heard account from one townsfolk gentlemen about carriage coaches and men

on horseback roaring through town and what he described as sort of a collision.I will never

forget yhe way his eyebrows danced like catterpillars across his forehead with some of the

expressions he used although I could barely keep up with what he was saying (I could only

u nderstand a few of his words) he painted a most clear and vivid picture of what r ight

beforehand and r ight after things attempted to come to a screeching halt. The only thing

t hat kept him from going blind for having seen this happen was all the dust. From what I

gather there wasn’t anything to see up until the dust settled anyway. Splintered wood

horses hooves broken luggage blood and bloomers everywhereguts and gore strewen from

here to there. This is how he became real townsfolk and he went on about the business of

keeping the road. Before to long folks began to hear about the wreckage In Cowboytown and

i t then became the fashion to make as much noise as possible while t raveling thus was the

t hought everyone will hear you coming and folks would stay out from each others way.often

t imes the first solution out of necessity rarely works, anyway there were more problems

w ith this solution than just a few burs under the saddle. First of all t ravelers had to secure

t hemselves to some such noisemaking device or holler themselves to exhaustion simply

going from here to there.Mostly their noisemakers would consist of bells or whistles’

sometimes a combination there of.It became easier for those who couldn’t afford a t icket to

catch a r ide with passers by as noise maker operators some even earned a wage just for

holding their seat or anothers .In the business of t ravel noise maker operators were

becoming big business for a very short while. As you can imagine the scene In Cowboytown

changing, now not only do folks still collide same as before all the racket would sooner alert

t he townsfolk and well annoy those that did not care to watch. Coaches and cowboys bells

and whistles the more noise one would make the harder it was to hear anything coming or

going. After listening to constant bells and whistles even in silence one would still hear the

echo for days even weeks, after awhile they all begin to sound the same. The townsfolk

would merely turn their heads at the t ravelers. This fashion carried on well past its time

mostly because noise maker operators were making a living and t raveling freely, how cruel

a l ife to find such a means just to take it away, so folks put up with i t even to this day. Noise

maker operators will still t ry and find work just the same,and they do very well, very well

i ndeed. Bells and whistles made way for cackling engines and horns blowing, either way its

a ll the same. All of a sudden i t became customary to stroll through town as if there were a

g rand parade. Carriage coaches were getting more fancy every day and drivers and men on

horseback became kindly and polite when i t came to moving t raffic. While this seemd to be

an agreeable solution it was fur ther from the correct way to behave while t rave ling. Any of

t he townsfolk will tell you to hur ry on through and smile or wave or if you had a noise

maker operator of course tu rn their heads. Meanwhile, not according to anything sensible

horses are leaving apples,in small bundles all through Cowboytown. Towns folk Were

bewildered by the mess. Although most everything had quiteted down and rarely was there

any more collisions the apples (road apples) piled up faster and higher. Some of the

townsfolk cleared out, some stayed and collected new townsfolk to elect to apple detail the

new duty.

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