Jeb of The Right Arm

Here's some pictures of Jeb. He was going to be a Physicist many years ago when he was attending Rutgers. He told me that once he started thinking about Relativity, it nearly consumed him. He saved himself by dropping out, buying a motorcycle, and hitting the road with two other "scientists," himself winding up here in Wyoming. He's a cowboy. Not a western-wearing, boot-scootin', snuff-dippin', long neck-drinkin' s___-kicker, but a real cowboy. He works a ranch with a bunch of other real cowboys, out in "RemoteAmerica." He's been there a long time, although in ranch time, like geologic time, that doesn't mean a great deal.

Jeb started climbing some time in his 30's and has simply excelled in this career. He's also an avid caver, and has been on many expeditions. I don't understand how anybody could like crawling around underground, and Jeb can have my share of that activity.

You have to wonder what it's like to live out there, where he lives, if you have never experienced it. Imagine being kept awake at night because the Milky Way is too bright. Imagine cows wandering mischieviously in to your rail-fenced yard and slightly adjusting your satellite dish...

Hey that reminds me a story. I can't say I know it to be 100% fact, but why ruin a good story with the truth?? Okay, here it is:

(Actually, this is sort of a cowboy romance story...)

Once upon a time, there was this here cowboy/caver/climber, and he was roundin' up future hamburger into a pen or a chute or sump'n like 'at, when the twenty-odd head got spooked and charged the cowboy. Now he didn't see 'em coming 'til it was too late, and he didn't even have time to scramble for his life over the fence er nuthin', so he backed up aginst a corner post in there and waited for the Angels to come. He could hear his last breath being squeezed from his body by the crush of the frightened cattle against his chest. He wasn't particularly scared himself as everything started to kinda fade to grey, then to black, he just tried to have a profound thought or two as he was dying there...

A marvelous thing happened. He was spared, although he couldn't tell at first because Wyoming is so much like Heaven, but he came around to some sort reality. He came to gradually, and before him appeared a face, an angelic face, or atleast she looked like one, er if angels had faces, then this must be Heaven after all...

Turned out it was the town doctor. Well, howww-do...

She'd been called out on a medical emergency. That's how she answered the cowboy's query as to what she was doing there. It struck the cowboy as funny. He said, tryin' not to laugh 'cause it kinda hurt when he laughed:

"Emergency? Out here on the ranch?"

(You know how cowboys are: they only see a doctor when they fall in love, because they don't know what that feeling is, it feels so good!)

Anyhow, the cowboy & the doctor kinda took a shine to each other, and once the doctorin' was out of the way, they pretty much fell for each other, an' they're still livin' out there, in Heaven, or Wyoming, or RemoteAmerica, or where ever...

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