While talking to his mule as they plowed along, the farmer said. “Well Lightning. you’re just a mule and I’m just a man, made in the image of God, but here we work, hitched up together year after year, and I often wonder if you work for me or if I work for you. Maybe it’s a partnership. Anyway, I work as hard as you do, plowing or cultivating. We cover the same distance, but I do it with two legs and you do it on four, so I harvest the corn. I give one third to the landlord and one

True West March/April 2025
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- The Frontier Characters of South Dakota
- The Bowie Knife
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- King of the Scatterguns
- Selling the Mythic West and the Real West
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