There were three men around the fire, with the smell of coffee and of bacon frying. It was a two-bit camp in mighty rough country, with three saddle-broncs and a packhorse standing under a lightning-struck cottonwood. "Howdy," I said. "You boys receivin' visitors, or is this a closed meetin'?" They were all looking me over, but one said, "You're here, mister. Light and set."
From "The Man From the Broken Hills" by Louis L'Amour


Monday, October 27, 2008

Michelle's Prayer


I thought Michelle's prayer from her comment on the 'f-bomb' deserved it's own post.

"O LORD, teach me to impart Your truth so it remains even when I fail."

Posted by DBro at 2:36 PM

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