There ain’t no gettin’ around the fact that sometimes

ranchin’ is just plain miserable. 

Today fits the bill. 

Me and Colt are movin’ some head for Mr Stricker 

in the sleet and blowin’ wind. 

I’ve seen enough cowboy movies to know 

little things like this don’t bother real cowboys. 

They don’t deign to don wool hats 

and thick gloves and insulated boots and overhauls. 

They ride tough and thaw out between takes I reckon. 

My toes are froze and my pinkie’s throbbin’ 

where I lost the nail and I’m dressed for the occasion. 

In the face of such weather a man can only hunker down so much

and the poor horse can’t hunker down at all.