My House Blew To Texas

My house blew clear to Texas the cowboy said. His spittle hit a saddle, and my face turned red. He was crude for sure, but his stories were great. I waited to hear more, and it was worth the wait. He had stories about tornadoes and rattlesnakes too. Shared some horrific details about hangings before he was through. Why do you listen to that old coot? My mama said. She does not know the beauty of an old crazy man’s head. He can entertain the best of us with stories of far away. Much farther than most of us will ever travel if Ma has her say. “Past Abilene that old house began to fall apart, he said with a grin. I love his stories, his mannerisms, his invented words, and his fantastical vim.