User:Smrt-guy/John Wayne
Well, pardners, that there John Wayne was the roughest toughest cowpoke in fourteen counties. Many a mornin' come by this way and whoda be rahdin inta town? Good ol' John Wayne. That's about tha tahm y'all thinkin ta yerself, "Now, who is that there cowboy?" That's about tha tahm he'd punch tha crook'd mayor in his glass jaw and walk pretty young'n Sally Jameson to tha hoe-down.
Alla His Days[edit | edit source]
Birth'n[edit | edit source]
Long about aught six Ol' Paw Wayne and his little woman done have a boy. They went ahead, named him John, after his grand pappy, Billy Joe. They gone & raised the lad out on the ol' Williams Ranch, down about Abeliene. Well young John wasn't no taller than the knees on a grasshopper's nephew when he was rahdin and ropin' and carryin' his own weight around the ranch. His paw was mighty proud, but he don't never tell him so. That wouldn'ta been raght!
Lonely Cowpoke[edit | edit source]
Raght 'bout tha time young John was fixin' ta take over the ranch from his paw, his paw done up an' dyin on him. Trouble was, the bank was fixin' ta foreclose tha ranch on accounta his paw bein' broke. Well, John, he done got up in his Sunday best and rode on inta town. He done strode on inta the First Western Bank of Abeliene and had a little talkin' to with the banker 'round those parts, ol' man Winters.
Now, Ol Man Winters, he didn't take kindly to none o' that smartin-off youngster talk. It wadn't more than a minute b'fore our boy John Wayne were out on his hind quarters. Winters done took that ranch, the hunderd head o' cattle, and John were out on his own.
Ridin' the Range[edit | edit source]
Yup. He done did that there thing, he shore did. Left that flea-bittin two-bit one-horse town and moved to Beverly. Hills that is. Swimming pools, movie stars.
Rahdin' inta thu Sunset[edit | edit source]
Good ol John Wayne was luved by just uhbout ev'ry cowpoke and filly that he done meet. An' thas no lie.
I gess tha ol' moral of this here story is...well...finish your vegetables. Thas right! And list'n to yor ma, she knows whats good fer ya! That there spinach, it's raght good fer ya, jes eat it raght up.
Well, thas all tha tahm we gots for this little story. You take care uh yerself - hear?
