Phantom Banjo
“Willie had been brought up in this ranch country, shooting rattlers off the hot rocks, breathing the dust into his nostrils, learning not only the traditional cowboy songs but the songs of the Mexican vaqueros who worked for his father. His father had been foreman of the spread where Willie worked now as a guide and a guard for room, board, and whiskey and cigarette money.
He'd been a mess when the boss had taken him on and he knew he only had the job thanks to his old man. He'd counted on that, since his dad had worked for Lafitte Ranch most of Willie's life and was known to be so indispensable that when the old man died, fifteen new hands had to be put on to take his place.
Willie also counted on his own past reputation. The boss had always enjoyed watching him perform. That had almost worked against him though.
"I dunno, son," the boss said. "Place has changed some since you was a kid. I need somebody who's going to stick around. Not much high life out here, no women except Conchit...a the cook and she weighs three hundred fifty pounds if she weighs an ounce.MoreLess
He'd been a mess when the boss had taken him on and he knew he only had the job thanks to his old man. He'd counted on that, since his dad had worked for Lafitte Ranch most of Willie's life and was known to be so indispensable that when the old man died, fifteen new hands had to be put on to take his place.
Willie also counted on his own past reputation. The boss had always enjoyed watching him perform. That had almost worked against him though.
"I dunno, son," the boss said. "Place has changed some since you was a kid. I need somebody who's going to stick around. Not much high life out here, no women except Conchit...a the cook and she weighs three hundred fifty pounds if she weighs an ounce.MoreLess
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