When The West Was Young
After Bernie said that thing about being born too late, there was a long silence, like maybe thoughts were going on. If so, not by me. Deena had arrived with the steak tips – this was at the Dry Gulch Saloon and Steak House, where there’s a patio bar, all golden light now with the sun going down – and I was too busy for thinking. Does that ever happen to you?
Colonel Bob sipped his drink; he was a bourbon guy too, like Bernie. “Your folks have lived out here for a long time, right?”
“On my dad’s side,” Bernie said. “We had a ranch.”
“Right where we live now,” Bernie said.
“On Mesquite Road?”
“Yeah,” Bernie said. “Four square miles at one time. Where our next-door neighbor is now was the main gate.”
“The neighbor with that funny little dog?” said Colonel Bob.
“I had a dog a lot like Iggy once,” Colonel Bob said.
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