My Favorite Cowboy's Stories

Here's a little introduction to my favorite Cowboy. His name was Ray, he owned a small buckskin quarter horse who he trail rode daily. Ray was well over 80 years old when I met him, and was still riding daily, he passed away last year in March, he is very well missed. Everyone who met Ray just loved him, he was always extremely friendly and had a pet name for everyone. I was Squeek, short for Pip Squeek. One of Ray's favorite things was to tell stories, I have no idea if half of the stories he told were true but after hearing them so often, as he did repeat them often, they are now my favorite stories as well.

When Ray was in his mid teens he lived with his family at a large ranch where his father breed horses. Ray went out with his brother one night and his brother drank quite a bit becoming very drunk. When they got home his brother hopped on his father's prized horse, a beautiful great big white stallion. He laughed and said "Hey Ray open up the gate there", Ray did and his brother riding bareback, rode the horse out into the yard. His brother rode the horse right up on to the porch of their big farm house. "Hey Ray why don't you open up the door?" Ray laughed thinking he's not really going to ride the horse inside the house and opened the door. Ray's brother marched the horse right through the door and up the grand staircase to the second floor where he dismounted, with grace of course, and walked a few steps to his bedroom to sleep for the night. In the morning their father woke up to find his beautiful stallion waiting paitently at the top of the staircase. They spent the whole morning trying to get the horse back down.