Shoot Out at the J Lazy P
“Damn it Jackson, hold that bastard down!” Coot tied a quick half hooey and put the J Lazy G brand on the calf. Cooter T. Barneson was the ranch boss at the J Lazy G. He worked the […]
“Damn it Jackson, hold that bastard down!” Coot tied a quick half hooey and put the J Lazy G brand on the calf. Cooter T. Barneson was the ranch boss at the J Lazy G. He worked the […]
An old western writer friend of mine once told me that authentic cowboy poetry consisted of two things: Number one to keep a western cadence and number two, most importantly – to drop your G’s. […]