3x-xx-xx ep015 First Song - Back on the Texas Plains

where you feel like looking up into the broad expanse of heaven, and offering up a silent prayer of thanksgiving. So that felt but unseen power, and a sense of peace and calm comes to you, that you've never had before, and as your ponyplods to the summits of that slight inclining, is forced to make a sharp turn in the path,

and suddenly there lays before you a setting created by Mother Nature that's undreamed of. She has draped a dress of emerald green as a carpet spread before your feet for miles and miles and trimmed one edge with a shimmering dancing little stream.

Its tiny ripples shining like ribbons and rubies set with diamonds in the reflection of the setting sun. Fast disappearing behind the curtain of the early evening clouds, but scattered herd of catalog while grazing quietly over the grassy rains.

A trail of smoke issues from the stovepipe in the chuck wagon. The cooking is wafted on the breeze to a tired and hungry traveler as the colored cook dynamite prepares the evening meal for finto peat and his ranch boys.

Come stranger, join this happy group and rest, refresh yourself and add to the few minutes of song and fellowship for the evening camp for. Hey, Pinto, you know, I'm sure glad you showed up. Now that you've brought all these folks along, maybe it'll stop Curly and Sugar from arguing.

Now, Paul, you know I wouldn't, are you? But that's your sugar, just like a dead gum noonday whistle. He's always a blowing off, but he don't mean nothing. Yeah, you had a one that makes all of us when it comes to talk.