This was, lemmie see . . . Round about 42, I reckon . . . Maybe 18 and 43, - minds a bit foggy on that. Anyways me an ole buckstop was followin this pak trail - 3-4 days . . . Hes frothin up tired, I's tired . . . Hot as tin on the reds that day . . . Needed ta rest a spell.
I found buck some water in at the bottom of an old gulch . . . Some wheatgrass - He was sure glad ta be rid of that saddle I tell ya.
Made a little fire up in that ole cave and et me some fatback, beans - then got some shut eye.
never did sleep long spells . . .
I decided to stretch my legs a bit - poke around that old cave - way in the back - dark as pitch . . . . I went back to my pak and grabbed one of my flares. . . .
I made out a stack of barrels back in a corner. . . Musta been 20 or 30 of um . . .
Gauldern clumsy feet a mine . . . tripped on a ledge I didnt see . . .my flare went ta fly'n and wouldn't cha know . . .
Right smack dab in the middle of that there stack of barrels - 2 seconds was long enough to make out the black all over the ground . . . I knew . . .
I sure do hope ole bucky made it outta there . ... aint no tellin.
I guess maybe animals goes somewhere else, anyway . . .
Its nice here, - quiet . . . Not much ta do but maybe things'll pick up a bit . . .