TOO CROWDED
My folks took some time off in the sixties
from their Saskatchewan ranching and
traveled down through South Texas
One day they stopped to talk to an
old cowboy sittin and a wittlin
on a rickety ranch porch
When he found out where they were from he said
“Say – do you know a man up there
by the name of Bill Prior?”
They said “Yes, he’s an old bachelor who lives up
past our north pasture, why do you ask?”
“Well” he said, “About 1928 Bill and I are out lookin
for some strays when we see another rider
coming over the furthest hill.”
Bill said to me, “It’s getting too damn crowded
down here, I’m heading for Canada”
“He turned his horse North and I haven’t
seen him since”
