Mister   "Mister, do they sell money orders here?" the cowboy inquired. His looks showed the fact that he was bone tired   "I need to pay this bill, since 'bout two months ago." his eyes looked down when I said, "Son, I don't know."   Standing like inmates, we lined up for a clerk but quick help in this store, was just not a perk.   The waddie brushed at days of dust, workin' up a notion standing still was hard for him, he had to be in motion.   So, before I could find out where he'd parked his horse that dusty cowpoke disappeared like a bullet on its course.   Perhaps he's still wanderin', a cowboy in debt asking, "Can I get a money order here? I ain't paid my bill yet."

©Steve Dirksen