Cowboy was riding shotgun on the Cortez-Durango stagecoach Shane, Cowboy’s best friend, was driving. Cowboy glanced up to see a man franticly waving his hat The man came running when the stage stopped. “Howdy stranger,” Cowboy said, “You kinda look familiar”. The man’s clothes were dirty and torn, his rifle was all beat up and he was bleeding from some deep cuts to the side of his face and arm. “Looks like you been in a bar room brawl or something?” asked Cowboy. “Naw, I was hunting for a mule deer buck to bring in some new fresh meat for the K-D Ranch kitchen and my horse stepped in a prairie dog hole and I went flying out of my saddle. My horse left me stranded and ran back to the ranch”. “Oh, that is where I remember you from. Is your name Bucky by any chance? And don’t you have a pretty sister named Cheyenne?” asked Cowboy. “Yep, I sure do” said the stranger.
“Well, Bucky, climb aboard and we will drop you off at the K-D Ranch. And would you put in a good word to your sister for me?”