Granddad slung his game leg around the cantle, sitting sideways on his horse. He glanced over at his grandson, riding on his own pony. The boy’s eyes were as big as the full moon at harvest. They had stopped to rest, and drink from their canteens.
“For real, Granddad? People walked through them folded hills?”
“Really, Son. We had a guide who’d been through before. We loaded up on water and jerky .”
“Wow! I guess you was real brave!”
“Nope. We just knew the Indians was superstitious about them white hills, and wouldn’t foller us through ’em.”
Just Writing! 
It’s easy when you know how
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Good one.
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Thanks 🙂
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yes, with no Indians following it would have been a cakewalk…..back then.
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Rough going, though. Snakes, scary bugs, heat, lack of shade or water–
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A very good reason to take the harder path!
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Yes indeed 🙂
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A good frontier tale 🙂
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kudos to grandpa for being honest and not taking the kid for a ride (pun intended). 🙂
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That’s a good perspective. Maybe he didn’t want his grandson to hare off into them folded hills with nary a second thought 🙂
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Dear Linda,
A little lesson from Grandpa is always welcome. I enjoyed this snippet.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Smart move Grandpa!
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Tender moment between generations. Surely a story that will be passed on.
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Yes, I would hope so. Thanks, Violet.
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Lovely story, Linda. I love exchanges between the older and wiser generation and the younger one.
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Thank you. So do I. The generation in between doesn’t always want to listen 🙂
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“Eyes as big as the full moon at harvest.” Love that! Great writing!
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Thanks, Russell.
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Great conversation between these two. A lovely story.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Loved the voice and story, Linda.
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Thanks, Dale.
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The voice and the storytelling is what makes this story for me… connecting over generations is a rare thing these days.
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Thanks, Bjorn. I agree that generational connection isn’t what it was, perhaps, “back then.” We are blessed to have some grands nearby who are being reared well, and actually enjoy talking with us. It’s a delight.
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A lovely family story, passing wisdom from one generation to the other. Nicely done, Linda! =)
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Eyes as big as the full moon at harvest – very imaginative and picturesque.
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Perfect voice, Linda. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Great voice!
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Thanks, Dawn 🙂
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The close relationship between the boy and his grandpa comes through so clearly in this story. Nicely written.
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Thanks so much.
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You’re welcome.
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You nailed it Linda. As always a moving and vivid story. @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
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Thank you 🙂
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