Werefox Vaquero--All the Caboose

   
   "Werefox Vaquero--All the Caboose"
   
   Ela didn't mind a wise correction here and there, for a little good counsel can keep a cowgirl's legs shaved properly; however, scat is never needed by an honest ranch-hand; thus, when this old timer dubbed Silly Willy, ornamented in a fancy Van Dyke beard, and haughty enough to display a dandy derby hat, in a laboring lady's space no less, mouthed off to her, first, vocally announcing:  "Girly, you gotta teach that piece of livestock a lesson.  Get some guts.  Tell dat bitch--you mess with the bull--you get the horns."
   Ela just shot him a canine's posturing glance, knowing the fine beast was on a hard ride to somebody's dinner plate; moreover, knew the animal was shy and frightened, deserving tender mercies, save when she needed to be pumped up by high frequency to face what's coming.
   Max came upon the scene, a lasso in his hand, and an innocent glimmer in his eyes for Ela's fight and fortitude, knowing:  if she wanted, she could've slapped Silly Willy to the ground, and just for the heck of it.  Guess it wouldn't have been ladylike.  Anyway, Max put a protective arm around his kinda/sorta girlfriend, giving her a crooked grin that was honest and true.  Yup, she dug him.  Sometimes lately--she felt like Max was All the Caboose.  Yet never invading with anything save suave sublimity.  

Brave 1980's Television Star

   
   "Brave 1980's Television Store"
   
   For the Norse gods--you get taken to Valhalla by blonde Valkyries if you show courage.  Jesus:  "Fear not."  Similar.  A good-looking television star diagnosed with bad stuff, shaking, trembling, problems with speech, asymmetrical walking gait, and I heard a radio show host mock him--the nice guy that did BACK TO THE FUTURE--ya know.
   You think maybe sometimes he doesn't want to get out of bed in the morning?  Like a cowboy having slept on the hot terrain next to venomous critters and thieving canines, he pulls himself up from the Earth, his ass having been fully kicked the day before, and he does soldier on. 
   You can always lay there and die.  And like that nurse told me when I was 28 years of age, 114 pounds, and she flipped me over in bed like a floppy waffle:  "I know when it's my time to go--when I lose control of my bowels."  She can go to hell.  And I would've laid in that damn hospital till I died, if it hadn't been for a little Mexican cleaning lady that came into my room, gawked at me; next, exclaimed:  "What are you doing here!?!  You so young.  Get out of here.  You can't be sick.  You're so young."  I had myself unplugged and left.  Thank God for that lady.
   Now, I guess it's time to just enjoy and accept being an old man.  Everything hurts.  Doctors gave me pills that cause stomach bleeding.  Great.  I feel so secure with these cranks.  
   And if you do go, just remember the words in that cool movie:  "It's better to be dead and cool, than alive and uncool."  Being uncool doesn't mean being beaten to hell--it means giving people shit when they already have enough of allegorical fecal matter on their Snoopy "Special Edition" lunch plate.   

Amos--5:8

   
   "Amos--5:8"
   
   Seek Him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, and turneth the shadow of death into the morning, and maketh the day dark with night:  that calleth for the waters of the sea, and poureth them out upon the face of the earth:  The LORD is His name.  

Big Trouble in Little China Pork chop express

A Southern Baptist Dude--from my opinion

   
   "A Southern Baptist Dude--from my opinion"
   
   I only met one man--just one, WHO believed God can do anything.  A kid in Southern Baptist School--King James on our desk for hours, and it was beautiful.  I'm flawed and emotional, maybe more or less or more now--and everything matters.  Preacher told me God answers prayers, even if it's 30 years, or 40, as long as you keep focusing and pleasing Him more than any other.  Taught me about King David, even Amos, just a Minor Prophet, yet as awesome as God makes us--God builds a good car, so a surfer said once.
   And as for Mother Mary and the Southern Baptists; specifically, I've been critical; still, if they love Jesus, Her Son--I know it is cool enough for Her.  For She's always pointing--to the Living Water.  Hey, She's humble, yet bold, and gave birth to many of our lives.  If we admit Him.  

Werefox Vaquero--Waddie

   
   "Werefox Vaquero--Waddie"
   
   Ela and Max were hanging out, here and there--no kissing or heavy petting, just getting to know each other.  Max was enjoying the synergy he shared with Ela, having always been a wondering waddie in the past, never sticking around, kinda fancying himself a Han Solo type minus the spaceship.  
   Was he getting too comfortable?  Falling in love?  Was it wrong for him to make an alliance?  Maybe he should just be a bronco-buster and take hot showers to release the tension.  Yet Ela's entire presence was shimmering honesty.  That chipped front tooth--she never fixed it cosmetically.  Said plenty about her.  We all got besmirched by trying to be cool and fancy in our younger days; next, you remember the simplicity of being all-too-human.  That we'll have to answer when we take the dirt nap.
   Max knew Ela was sincerely fond of him; moreover, that he would never take advantage of her.  Why?  Because he actually liked her.  She hadn't roped him in, thinking:  Mine, all mine.  Nah, she was just a singular soul herself, waiting for love.  Hoping a knight in shining armor would show up, though she could take care of herself.  Thus, why not break bread with someone you genuinely admire and love.?  Money can take care of a woman.  Security.  Some go there.  Others for the sport sex.  Others tend to follow their hearts.
   Max didn't place one style above the rest, yet he knew what his instincts told him.  Ela was a pretty cool cowgirl.  Clean, chipped, looked you in the eye, and gave a damn--not just about people, but the animals and Earth.  Why should he denounce himself?  Not ever smile?  There Ela was, chipped tooth and all--her smile as bright as the Daystar Itself.  

Kit Fox Release