By J. Douglas Hinds
Jack and I were buddies
‘Bout as close as friends can be
I hardly spoke to him
He rarely spoke to me
We was ridin’ herd together
On the old Conejos Spread
And though we rode in silence
There was plenty being said
I guess you’d call it instinct
When there’s something needin’ done
Like the job of cuttin’ cattle
When a man and horse are one
We worked that well together
Till we met this gal named Blanch
I sensed how Jack was feelin’
When I asked her out to dance
Next morning at the bunkhouse
‘Fore we saddled up to ride
I could tell that he was bothered
And I sposed our friendship died
So on we rode in silence
Not a word was being said
But I felt how he was thinkin’
Probably wishin’ I was dead
I can’t say as how it happened
But his words just tumbled out
They cut right through the silence
And cleared up all the doubt
John, he said, I’m worried
And I hate to see you hurt
We’ve rode too long together
Not to know this friendship works
If you think my heart was pinin’
For a “has been” rodeo queen
Would you buy my ranch in Texas
That no one’s ever seen?
Well, Jack, I sure misjudged you
I’m glad we had this chat
So on we rode in silence
And that’s the end of that.
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