Slim Randles' Home Country
A non-artist's hideaway
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[October 20, 2012]
the ride up the mountain on Ol' Snort and just sat there in the
saddle, looking at his cabin for several minutes. Each board had
been personally nailed in place, and the epicenter of his delight,
of course, was the turret. After stabling Snort and feeding him,
Steve went in, built a fire in the Home Comfort range's firebox, and
then went up into the turret for a look at ... well, everything.
Down the long, timbered ridges to the valley below, and off to the
hills on the other side of Lewis Creek, it was all there. Up here
there were no worries about doctoring cattle or helping cows to
calve. If a corral board fell down, well ... OK. The other guys
could handle it. When he and Snort came up here, all that
temporarily went away.
Steve climbed down and put the coffeepot
on, swept up some wind-borne dust that had invaded the place, and
then went up the ladder again, this time with a cup of coffee.
The light of the late sun shining on Miller Pond, just out of
town there, turned first a glassy brass, then a deeper purple as the
world prepared to rest. The lights in the town appeared, and he
looked down and smiled. Behind each of those lights was a friend of
his. In anyone's book, that's a smiling situation.
It wasn't easy finding this hole-up spot. He'd had a bunch of
false starts before finding it. It's never easy. The real estate
sales piranhas don't like to deal with them because if it's a real
hole-up spot, there's no money in it. Basically, if lots of people
want it, it can't be a hole-up spot.
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Steve considered writing a book once, but he didn't like words,
so he revised that plan. He thought of painting a picture once, too,
but the result looked worse than what's on the wall at Parent's
Night in the second grade. His 12 chords on the guitar didn't lend
themselves to becoming a composer, either.
But these were the kinds of things a guy can do in a hole-up
He smiled as he sipped his coffee in his turret, in his cabin on
his hole-up spot, with his horse, Ol' Snort, happily munching his
supper out in his stable. If he ever decided to become artistic in
any way, he now had the perfect place to do it. But sometimes it's
enough just being a good cowboy and sipping coffee and smiling at
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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