TOO CROWDED

TOO CROWDED

My folks took some time off in the sixties
from their Saskatchewan ranching and
traveled down through South Texas

One day they stopped to talk to an
old cowboy sittin and a wittlin
on a rickety ranch porch

When he found out where they were from he said
“say do you know a man up there
by the name of Bill Prior?”

They said “Yes, he’s an old bachelor who lives up
past our North pasture, why do you ask?”

“Well” he said, “About 1928 Bill and I were out lookin
for some strays when we say another rider
coming over the furthest hill.”

Bill said to me, “It’s getting too damn crowded down here,
I’m heading for Canada.”

“He turned his horse North and I haven’t
seen him since.”