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Pioneer Chat on Rugged Rocky Precipice

Updated on December 16, 2010

Hannah-Belle, why don’t you-all grab your rose colored shawl and crawl up on them thar rocks with me. We can squint our eyes into the sunset as we gaze stalwartly over the valley. Don’t forget to bring little Hiram Amos up with you. Don’t want the coyotes to get a whiff of him. Me? Heck, no, I can’t carry him. I have to tote my walking stick. ‘Sides that, my belt is too tight. Look how it cuts into my waist over my buckskin jacket. I can hardly breathe. Ain’t no way I can be lugging Hiram up there, too. He’s small, but he’s dense. Hauling that boy is like carrying a lead cannonball around. What are you thinking, woman? Ok, now, let’s start climbing. Right there is a good little ledge for us to stand on. Wow, we’re pretty high up. I hope we don’t fall. Still, I hold to my decision to climb up here and look around. It’s what pioneers do, Hannah-Belle. They climb up on dangerous little precipices and look around with an expression of tough self-reliance etched into their brows. Hey, do you like my hat? It matches my clothes. I’m not exactly wild about this wide pilgrim collar on the jacket, though. It’s a bit on the girly side. But, it was all they had in my size back at the outpost. Good thing the saloon was near empty when I wore it in there. Otherwise, I mighta taken a ribbing. I mighta had to pull out the old 6 guns and put a few holes in some rowdy cowpokes. Check out my profile against the blue Wyoming sky, Hannah-Belle. I have a weatherworn and rugged look, don’t I? Hold on, let me tie on a bright red neckerchief. I almost forgot to accessorize this morning when we broke camp. Look, don’t it just bring out the healthy glow in my cheeks? Speaking of cheeks, Hannah-Belle, the whole left side of yore face is discolored. Ya been standing too close to the campfire? That’s quite a scald you got going there. Yore a-blushing like it was our weddin’ night. Speaking of that, last night was a romp, wasn’t it, Honeybun? What a little vixen you are. Say, that reminds me, did you forget to pack razors? Why, I’ll be danged. Look at that wagon train, Hannah-Belle. That must be one tough hombre bringing up the rear. I do believe he has his rig hitched to a couple of grizzlies. That takes some cider in the old veins. I’m pretty brave, but I don’t believe I’d have the guts to try that. You know, I’m a might tired today. ‘Believe I’ll just lean back on this here rock and stare at them distant mountains. Funny colors, ain’t they? In fact, they look a lot like the powders in yore makeup kit. Is it just me or do things seem a might cartoonish? Somehow I expected the Wild West to have more gritty detail to it. That’s disappointin’ as all heck-fire. I ain’t even seen a tumbleweed or a cactus yet. Well, mebe there’s some over them thar hills.”

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      Karen Wodke 7 years ago from Midwest

      Thanks, CHS!

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      chspublish 7 years ago from Ireland

      Love the tone of language used here. You capture a flavor that speaks volumes to this oh-so-not very American gal. Thanks.

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      Karen Wodke 7 years ago from Midwest

      I'm glad you agree, Scarlett My Dear. They shore don't look like no oxen or horses to me.

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      Scarlett My Dear 7 years ago from Missouri

      Karen, I took a second look at that paint-by-number and I'll be, but yore right about them grizzlies, you stinker!