home at the ranch

Home at the Ranch Once, I had a big ranch in, Oregon, technically it is still mine but I have no way to prove it one day and far from the ranch, inspecting fences, sudden cold storm hit, to survive, I shot my horse cut his stomach open, crept inside, and quickly fell asleep Awoke, when the storm was over, looked for my horse was gone maybe a wolf pack had taken its carcass I walked, or trotted, home to the ranch the ranch hands were glad to see me and gave me a carrot although I neighed, they put me in the corral with the other horses, who knew and shunned me My widow cried as I stood under the window, brought tears to many eyes, the widow gave me an apple Now that she was the owner and had much reasonability she rode me to get around. with her sitting on my back, I was careful not to show any unbecoming excitement. tragedy struck the widow, got a boyfriend, a man, I had thought of firing My intense jealousy made me furious one day when they were making love under an oak tree by the river I kicked them both to death and galloped to the far blue mountain, I know from experience that there is no justice for wild horses.