Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Sunday, April 7, 2024

Two Riders, Four Directions

Two cowboys on horseback spotted each other across a broad plain scoured by a constant sun. The riders were heading toward one another: one riding east, one west. Neither man had seen another person in many days. Naturally, they directed their mounts such that they would meet at the center of the plain. Riding on, they watched each other grow from a speck to full-sized. The two men drew to a halt when their horses were nose to nose.

The cowboy riding east tipped his hat. “Where are you headed?” he asked the other cowboy.

“Heading west,” the other man answered. “How about you?”

“Purty obvious I am heading east,” the cowboy answered.

“Well,” said the west-riding cowboy, “we appear to have made ourselves one of them impasses. Since our animals can’t ride through each other, I 'spect we’re gonna have to turn aside.”

“Yes, sir, I accept your reasoning.”

With that stated, the west-riding cowboy turned his horse toward the north and trotted off. The east-riding turned and cowboy headed due south.

The distance quickly grew between them.

—Mitchell Hegman

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