| You've got to be tough to be a hero in a western
novel by Louis L`Amour.
One had a bullet crease his skull, then he fell a 600 foot drop into a river, ate maybe once every few days, and held off 40 gunmen and 100 Apaches, and he still was ready for more.
While riding a horse next to the river behind our house we had a surprise confrontation with a motor bike type vehicle.
There I lay, with a broken vertebrae in my neck, a broken nose and holding my breath to see if my lungs would fill up again or if they were punctured...
I wasn't wearing guns... no rifle at hand... and my words were, "I'm going to the hospital."
What a wimp!
Now I've been released and am under two weeks of "house arrest" as I call it, before more x-rays and whatever.
So I've been reading the stack of L`Amour westerns I hadn't gotten to.
I love these stories. Don't get me wrong!
But in the position I'm in right now, I do have to chuckle a bit!
For example, read this sample also from The Sackett Brand with William Tell Sackett as he watched a woman ride the trail below his hideout... "thunder crashed and the rider's horse bolted... I found her and sure enough she had fallen or been thrown from the saddle. " ... I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder and heaved her aboard my own horse. Holding her on the saddle in front of me I returned to the overhang and my fire."
(Although the ambulance ride I had was uncomfortable I wouldn't have traded for this!)
"When I put her down beside the fire she opened a pair of the deepest blackest eyes I had ever seen, and she said, "Thank you, Mr. Sackett..."
The only thing I had in common with the lady in the story was that I also "had the deepest, blackest eyes I had ever seen!".
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