By Skeet Gould
There on the Hess Ranch was a family, last name of Garcia who were great folks. Benito was Dads main help, and Artudo was my main friend They could both rope well, and got to a lot, doctoring screw worms.
The crew was moving a herd somewhere. Arturo and I were in the drags, and kept getting right together so we could talk. Who knows what two buttons could have to talk about? Our Dads kept telling us to shut up, split up and keep the drags coming. Don’t know how often this happened, but know after we nooned out, Arturo and I ended up riding double, yep Arturo in his saddle and me behind rubbing myself raw on the rear seat jockeys. Artudo knew better but I was the worst of the two of us to gab. Might have learned something, but I still like to visit.