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"Deadeye"
Dick LaBelle
Wrangler
Dick kin shot a fly offa post at about a hunnerd feet. But that's not
why they call him "Deadeye." Y'see, Dick -- who's about
six-feet, fourteen -- was bein' a might too playful one evenin' at the
Broken Spur after bein' out on the range for a week brandin' cows. He'd
grabbed Cuddles and picked her up over his head an' begun to spin her
around to the music. Now, ya might expect that of a cowboy whose seen
nothin' but four-legged critters for a week, but Cuddles is only about
an inch shorter 'n Dick and weighs twice as much! Anyway, she didn't
take too kindly to this style of romancin' so she reached down an'
whacked him in the eye. The good news was his eye was only black for a
couple of weeks. Bad news is, he got a glass eye, now. Yep, Deadeye!
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ain't out lookin' fer strays or brandin' cattle, he throws pots.
Now, I don't mean to say he picks 'em up and tosses 'em . . . I
mean he MAKES 'em outta the clay he digs up at the pond 'n spins
it around on a little round table. That's called "throwin"
pots, accordin' to Dick. He makes some real purty plates,
pitchurs, pots, an' all sorts of things we use here at the
ranch. Ya otta see 'em. One of these days, we'll put a few of
his wares right here an' ya never know -- ya might want a new
coffee cup from Rancho Relaxo! |
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