Tuco always said it would be easy. He felt it, always, always there, before him as he looked into the campfire, as he saddled his horse each morning. It would be easy, so simple. Some day he would ride over a hill and there, spread before him, would be this town just as he had always dreamed it. Spread there on a small hill next to a meandering river. The wooded areas would weave around the hills. Pastures would be on hillsides where one could see forever. He knew it would be easy to ride into that town, walk into the land office and say, I want to buy the ranch just out of town. And the agent would ask which one and Tuco would smile, he would smile and say, the one that’s for sale. It would be easy. He knew there was always a ranch for sale. He knew there was always some fool who pined to stare into campfires, who wanted to ponder his dreams as the sparks spiraled into the sky. There was always some fool wanting to saddle up before daybreak to ride off into the morning. Someone to dream about what was over the next hill. Someone who’d dream it would be easy just over the next hill. |
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RD Savage
09/03/93 © 1993 Published
in Current - 01/94
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