All Hat and No Cattle

They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air. But those boots weren't made for stirrups and were polished to a sheen, and on those fancy cowboy hats not a sweat stain could be seen. You could be sure they hadn't spent much time around a branding pot, for the only brands they recognized were ones on stuff they bought. And if they ever passed the time just musing 'bout their spread, it'd be the one around their middle or the one they put on bread. Just a bunch of cowboy wannabes in a modern masquerade, but they drove the biggest pickup trucks that Detroit ever made. The beds were big and beautiful without a scratch or scuff inside, 'cause the only thing they hauled around was a horse's big backside. As they stood around outside the joint, in a smart-ass state of mind, in pulled an ancient pickup with an old horse trailer hitched behind. The truck an old green Chevy, year 'bout nineteen fifty-nine, with two high wooden sideboards stacked with hay bales bound with twine. Out stepped a skinny hombre, with steel-blue eyes and bandy legs, but he had a rippling six-pack while all the boozers sported kegs. His cowboy hat was sweat-stained; high-heeled boots were dusty gray; he kicked off a chunk of cow pie, then he grabbed a bale of hay. He was mighty parched and dusty, but he wouldn't quench his thirst 'cause you're not an honest cowboy unless you water horses first. The pack of fools gave out a hoot, yelled "Hey there, Texas Pete! Get yourself a man-sized truck and take that geezer off the street!" As he finished with the horses, up walked two ladies smokin' hot. The cowboy promptly doffed his hat, while the posers there did not. The cowboy got a long admiring look and the rounders just a sneer, as the sham was so apparent when a real cowboy was near They flashed the dusty cowboy a big ol' smile 'bout ten miles wide... Said "Honey, would a gent like you care to escort us gals inside?" He winked, then gave the trucks a look and spat a stream of juice. Said, "Boys, y'all's might be bigger, but mine gets a sight more use."