I work for my dad on our family ranch in Jones Creek, Texas. The work is hard, backbreaking, and tiring. Everyday when I get home I eat the meal that my momma makes for us: there is no arguing whether or not that is what you are having for supper. Every night I get in bed completely wore out from a hard days work, then I wake up to do it all again in the morning. This job is not for everyone, however it is for me. John wayne once said “... courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway…”
I am shaken vigorously out of a relaxing sleep like a ship being tossed on the ocean. Groggily, I open my eyes to see my dad standing over me in my messy room. He tells me “You need to get going Dax, it’s 3:00 a.m., you’re burning daylight.” I immediately ask the same question i ask every morning, “Why do we get up this early every morning dad?” He replies with his usual answer “Cause that’s the cowboy way son.” I get up reluctantly; Still sore from the day before, and begin looking for my clothes in the jumbled mess. The whole time I think of the words my dad said. I want to crawl back in bed, but I know my dad will be back soon to make sure I am up. Instead, I slip my old broke-in boots and my wide-brimmed, palm leaf cowboy hat on; I walk outside to meet the day and round up the horses. The horses are rowdy and excited because …show more content…
It is as if those shadows are rushing around frantically searching for their owners before the suns first magical rays of gleaming light make its first appearance over the horizon. A deer leaps from its hiding spot, spooking the horses and pumping a sudden rush of adrenaline through my system, as my hand automatically jumps to the pistol by my side. Once I realize it is just a deer I reholster my
I am shaken vigorously out of a relaxing sleep like a ship being tossed on the ocean. Groggily, I open my eyes to see my dad standing over me in my messy room. He tells me “You need to get going Dax, it’s 3:00 a.m., you’re burning daylight.” I immediately ask the same question i ask every morning, “Why do we get up this early every morning dad?” He replies with his usual answer “Cause that’s the cowboy way son.” I get up reluctantly; Still sore from the day before, and begin looking for my clothes in the jumbled mess. The whole time I think of the words my dad said. I want to crawl back in bed, but I know my dad will be back soon to make sure I am up. Instead, I slip my old broke-in boots and my wide-brimmed, palm leaf cowboy hat on; I walk outside to meet the day and round up the horses. The horses are rowdy and excited because …show more content…
It is as if those shadows are rushing around frantically searching for their owners before the suns first magical rays of gleaming light make its first appearance over the horizon. A deer leaps from its hiding spot, spooking the horses and pumping a sudden rush of adrenaline through my system, as my hand automatically jumps to the pistol by my side. Once I realize it is just a deer I reholster my