Arizona in the Saddle September 2014 Issue | Page 13

Cowboy Joe

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Lost Control...

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owboy Joe was telling his fellow cowboys back on the ranch about
his first visit to a big-city church.

“When I got there, they had me park my old truck in the corral,”
Joe began.

A

t the end of the workday, one cowboy tells another,
“That new bull nearly did me in today, pardner.”

“Oh yeah, what happened?” asked the other cowboy.

“I walked up the trail to the door,” Joe continued.

“I was putting out the feed, when the sucker came charging at
me like a locomotive from hell. He damn near got me!” replied
the first cowboy.

“The sidewalk to the door,” Charlie corrected him.

“So, how’d you get away?” asked the other cowboy.

“Inside the door, I was met by this dude,” Joe went on.

“The bull kept slipping. He slipped three times,
and that gave me a chance to make it to the
fence and jump over,” replied the
first cowboy.

“You mean the parking lot,” interrupted Charlie, a worldly fellow.

“That would be the usher,” Charlie explained.
“Well, the usher led me down the chute,” Joe said.
“You mean the aisle,” Charlie said.
“Then, he led me to a stall and told