Karen and my lovely cowboy boyfriends.

Karen has Cerebral Palsy, yet she remains one of the happiest, warm stoical people I know. Rather than concentrate on her own ‘difference’ she helps others, continuously upgrades her training as a Counsellor; and gets on with life. I am a mere wimp in her presence. James and I met her on Saturday, the first time in four years, then today up she popped again. Blip! 

The Extra is a granite marker stone, D 1375. I think it refers to a mine boundary as there’s an old mine shaft about 20 yards away. I spotted it on Saturday, yet had passed by hundreds of times and never noticed it. 

Back to the world of the Cowboy. September 1992. The day of my birthday, word got out amongst our friends in Emigrant, Montana. I was about to be setup in grand style; it was unfair, I’m only a quiet little bookish chap. 

We had arranged for everybody to join us HERE. Please read on then come back to their website, it will make you smile. The menu is pure country, Prairie Oysters are bull’s testicles, BBQ’d. Are you a Vegan yet?

About a dozen of us piled into the bar, next door was the main restaurant area where the horse stalls from the livery business had been swept out and were now places for refined dining. Behind the bar was a Shania Twain clone, our side of the bar were five huge, burly cowboys, still in their range jackets and hats. My party, my round. Two of the guests were in their late 70s and here’s where I was setup. They wanted milk. 

I minced up to the bar, gently squeezed between two of the cowboy types, looked at them and said, “Please, do not laugh, please.”
“Good evening Miss, five beers, five red wines and two pints of milk please.” 
That’s when they all started extracting the urine from me, especially the cowboys and Shania. It was also the moment I recognised the big lads as our friend’s sons. Barstewards. 

Patience and revenge is a long game; I waited and waited, then Ang Lee directed that beautifully crafted and realistic film, “Brokeback Mountain.” YES!!!!!! I had my revenge, they received excoriating emails and LGBTQ+ %  emails and taunts. Oh how sweet. Just like the chocolate left on the bedroll. Mwah, somebody loves you big boy!