I’m sitting on the porch with laptop in hand. I sit back and close my eyes and imagine a wagon train slowly moving across the valley creating a lot of dust. People were different back then. I picture the wagons in a circle at dusk. All the men sitting around the campfire, exhausted from the days long journey. The women all gather by a wagon and talk about the day’s events. They talk about the children and the animals. Maybe even about the dreams they have of their new lives in front of them.
The men are talking about the large cow patty they saw on the road a few miles back and of course, they argue over who smells the worst. Then one of them gets up and disappears behind a bush to relieve himself, while another grabs a branch to make a sound like a snake behind the first guy.
I’m sorry, I guess things haven’t changed. Please disregard!!!!!