Western

I’d never met a man; other than my father, that molded my life, at such a young age. The stories that Bill told us kids; are still vivid in my memories. They were stories of honest men, doing an honest days work. God help the person who interfered or tried to steal their livelihood. For they were men of law and respect.

Sure, our parents told us that the stories ‘Cowboy Bill’ told us were lies, but we didn’t care. He took one summer of our lives and showed us what it was like to be a cowboy; to live in the old frontier. He told us things I’ll never forget. And I’ll never forget him or that summer.

Each time I look at the stars at night, I’m reminded of him.