Urban Myths

One dark cloudy day a long time ago, an old cowboy made his way to the corrals and picked his favorite grulla gelding. After saddling the horse and strapping on his scabbard the two rode out to check cattle on a section some miles north of the ranch house. On his way he dismounted on a hill for a rest. All at once a chilling wind picked up and a shiver raced down his spine. He turned to the west and a bolt of fear shot through him.  In that instance a massive herd of red eyed corrientes thundered across the skies, and headed up a cloudy drainage. Their brands were flaming, and they shook and threw up their black shiny horns . In shock he stood there watching them run on when at once a number of riders tore passed him after the run away herd.  The riders were miserable frail looking souls soaked in sweat and caked in dust. Their horses frothed at the mouth and panted from being pushed to their limits. One of these riders called his name in a raspy haunting voice and came to a halt near the cowboy and said. "If you want to save your soul from hell and riding our range,  change your ways today or with us you will ride trying to catch the devils herd across these endless skies."With that the rider spurred his horse and rode on after the others. The cowboy took off his hat and wiped his eyes dry with his sleeve, his heart was in his throat and his knees were weak. That moment on he vowed to change his ways hoping he could avoid the fate of the damned cowman who had warned him.