‘Twas the end of the day, time for cowboys to play. The cows were all watered and fed. They hopped in the truck and headed for town. They were looking for fun up ahead.
The hour was right for those cowhands. The night was theirs to grab. Two boys rode in the pickup bed, the others in the cab.
A stop was made at Merkle’s store for cans of Orange Crush. If they’d have known what lay ahead there would have been no rush?
With Henry driving, Terry shotgun, Dane and Hoss in back, the time had come for those up front to start some fun they lacked.
They had an extra Orange Crush just sitting on the seat. What Terry did with that cold pop was really quite a feat.
He stuck it out the window, let it pour out in the air. The two in back were promptly soaked from head to derriere.
So Hoss then thought the boys up front should get a drink as well. He reached to throw his soda pop, and off the truck he fell.
Henry still was driving when the rear-view mirror showed, poor Hoss no longer in the truck, but rolling on the road.
Dane was yelling. “Stop the truck. I think we’ve just killed Hoss. He’s bouncing down the pavement road. I’m scared his life is lost.”
Now Henry was the shortest guy, but quick up on his feet. He stopped the truck and headed for that mound of blood and meat.
To his surprise, Hoss stood right up, as proof he wasn’t dead -Just scratched and scraped and traumatized from foot to top of head.
Now, Hoss was known throughout the town as one who liked to brawl. Would Terry and poor Henry be harassed for Hoss’s fall?
But Hoss was glad to be alive and said he held no ire. The situation turned out well. Things could have been more dire.
The years went by; the time did fly. Those boys grew into men. And did they ride in back again? Guess that’d be up to them.