Cowboys

Discussion in 'Discussion Group' started by kaci, Oct 3, 2006.

  1. kaci

    kaci Well-Known Member

    MONTANA LOGIC

    Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights.
    One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show and the third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East.

    Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull.

    The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside is blowing tumble weeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still no plane comes.

    Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, "At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few." The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"

    The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it's a-comin'
     
  2. kookookacho

    kookookacho Well-Known Member

    :eek: Ooooooooooh! :lol:
     
  3. kdc1970

    kdc1970 Guest

    OMG!!!! :lol:
     

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