Author: Slim Randles

“Doctor’s office.” “That you, Doc?” “Sure is. How you doing, Windy?” “Finer’n frog hair, Doc. Say, did you hear about

“Ahhh! Coffee!” said our resident cowboy, Steve, raising his cup at the philosophy counter. “Let’s raise our cups to whichever

Doc was just getting up to leave the philosophy counter as Herb walked in. Herb was grinning and flexing muscles

Down at the sale barn Saturday, the think tank had coagulated there with coffees to go to celebrate spring. Doc

The first few days of summer vacation were hard on Billy. He was there, at his appointed post – that

Dewey picked up Emily’s yellow dress at the cleaners and drove it back to her here in the valley. They

Old Jasper Blankenship bought a deer license again this year, just as he’s done every year since Eisenhower was President.

To look at Herb Collins, you wouldn’t think he was like that. A nicer, kinder guy you never met. But

When Florencio Ortiz sent off for that new slicker, everyone in town and out at the ranch knew about it.

This is going to be good, Dud thought, bringing his new tarp out to the car. There it was on

Billy had to get his chores done early. It was the heat, of course. Now that it’s summer, he no

Bert and Maizie were down at the swimming hole on Lewis Creek the other day. Saturday it was. The sun

It happened in the checkout lane down at the Soup ‘R’ Market last week. We discussed it thoroughly, of course,

Steve waited until all the horses went through the sale Saturday morning (I mean, you never can tell when the

Windy Wilson looked through the notions aisle at the store and finally picked out the package of needles he wanted.

Irma has it figured out. She’s a bona fide, egg-laying member of the “Production Red” hen sorority and she knows

Marvin Pincus is not the kind of guy to let spring slip through his fingers. Oh, when he was a

When Harley Jacobsen came into Doc’s office the other day for his physical it was a treat for Doc. Harley

If there’s one thing you can honestly say about Delbert McLain, he’s as persistent as a winter cough. As our

The problem was Mrs. Doc, you see. Oh, don’t misunderstand. She’s a perfectly wonderful lady and we all think the

When old Jasper Blankenship came to town from the diggings recently, we asked him over for a few days. He

Saturday, March 4 was special to me, because for one day each year, I get to let the years fly

I don’t mind Boots. He just curls up quietly against my belly and stays put. But sleeping with Desdemona can

When Windy walked into the Mule Barn during that cold snap last week, we knew he was getting frantic for

The problem was Mrs. Doc, you see. Oh, don’t misunderstand. She’s a perfectly wonderful lady and we all think the

It began the way most miracles do: by accident or the hand of God, take your pick. It might have

Dewey Decker, that accident-prone neighbor of ours, is the undisputed Pharoah of Fertilizer, the Monarch of Manure. He has turned

Dewey Decker showed his new business cards to the other guys at the Mule Barn Truck Stop’s philosophy counter, and

Mrs. Forrest has always been a compulsive feeder. Before she retired, she was cooking for the Mule Barn truck stop’s