Breaking Camp Makes for Sad Days in SaddleBrooke

Well, pardners, the time has come to round 'em up, pack 'em up, and herd 'em out from the SaddleBrooke corral. Winter's over; spring and summer promise green pastures and good grazin' in the North Country.

We said so long to the Rolfsruds, one at a time, over the last coupla weeks. Kathleen stopped for one last hand at the Lariat, and cleaned 'em out again. The Rolfsrud boys managed to trade that $4.00 golf bet back & forth with the D Squad - Dick, Dick and Doug, so that everyone came out winners, and everyone came out losers. I call that even!

It was when the MacKenzies began to saddle up and head north, that the rustlers got restless in SaddleBrooke. Those long, lazy days of making tee times, spending time at the range, teeing it up at the Ranch and stopping off for a brew at Krueger's Saloon have ended for the season. The season is over for the cowgirls as well. No more lunches at Cafe Poca Cosa for Nancy, Susan and Brenda. No more shopping till sunset, then tossing a frozen pizza on the open fire for the returning cowboys. No more canasta with the Villa gals, and no more painting mountains, trees and clouds. Nancy's oils were no sooner dry, than she packed 'em in the saddlebags and headed for the trading posts in New England.

These are desperate times. Desperate times call for desperate measures. That's what it seems like, anyhow. Take Doug, for instance. Who would have thought that he'd need to spruce up his image before heading out? Maybe he thought that Nancy, who's heading out with all those classy new clothes, would attract the attention of all those road rustlers they'll be meeting on the trail. Maybe he's got his eye on some sweet, young thing at Derryfield. Anyhow...look at him now. Some things jest don't make sense. Wouldn't ya know it, though, Dick and Dick were mighty jealous.


Don't be surprised to read about the latest cowboy fashion in all the newspapers.




Well, like I said, it's time to saddle up and head north. Time to round up the livestock, tidy up the camp site and saddle the horses.









Time to take a long look back at SaddleBrooke, stop off for a homecooked meal,
and head off into the sunset.


Hope to meet y'all by the banks of the Mississippi come August for a campfire, else see ya back at the Ranch come the new year. Happy Trails, Safe Travel.