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
2 comments:
Americans stink at flair in manual labor. We would just use a wheel barrow, how boring is that?
wow...thought it was fake until I saw the dust...maybe it would make your back feel better
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