I was christened Henry Clay Peck, but as soon as I gits big enough to answer to the yell uh “grub pile” I has my cognomen depleted to the extent that I answers to “Hen.” Maw insisted that I be called Gilliland Van Dyke, but paw said it was too much like brandin’ uh calf with the map uh Texas. The next one to my left on the top pole of the corral is uh misfit uh nature, or whatever is to blame fer creatin’ fat cowpunchers. His carcass requires the biggest tree ever put into uh stock saddle. His parents saddled him with the signature uh Lemuel Allender Bowles and uh forgivin’ nature. He responds when yuh yells “Muley.”…
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