See those rocks above? I thought I heard hoof beats coming from up wonder. I strained on my tip toes to look. Could it be? I think I recognize that horse...could it really be Trigger? And then...there is another horse coming up close behind. A horse of a different color, you might say. Yes, it was Silver.
Roy Rogers and Gene Autry, coming around the sagebrush and rushing over to say hello. At least that is what I thought they were going to do. No, they warned me that the Indians were coming and that I needed to make way and hide behind the nearest boulder.
My heart started racing and beating. Not Indians!! It had always been my greatest fear. I have enough bad hair days, I do not need any kind of help from them. (Please forgive me!)
Seeing no boulders, I begged Roy to hoist me up and let me ride behind him to safety. Being the gentleman that he is, he tipped his hat and gave me his gloved hand, and up he swung my body as if I had the weight of a feather. (Forgive me for this exaggeration also.)
So there we were, Roy, Gene and I, riding off to the sunset. Wait..what is that I hear? Oh yes, The Trout telling me it is time to move on out. But, gosh, it was such fun while it lasted. Y'all thanks for listening!!
