Thanks to CHELO for this drawing
What Happened Next Is Nothing Short Of Astounding
The voice in my head was screaming “SNAKES!!!”
Before I could even think to move, I heard the “crack, crack” of “Skeeter’s” cow whip as it cut through the air to take the head off of each snake cleaner than a skilled surgeon using the sharpest German steel scalpel.
Thanks to Mark Kenderdine for this photo
I stood speechless, the little hairs on the back of my neck standing straight up, my eyes the size of dinner plates.
There’s no doubt in my mind that if even one of the rattlers had bitten me . . . I’d been a dead man.
But, this close call with these deadly snakes wasn’t the most amazing thing that happened that day.
Finding “Pistol Pete’s” memoir inside the old stagecoach trunk was.
That was one helluva day I’ll never forget!
But, this is not the end of the story. It’s just the beginning . . .