None of us knew the fella. But you just can't leave a dead man you find, rotting in the sun. We each took turns diggin him a makeshift grave. When we were finished, I held the horses reins, and we stood around the grave.
"Shouldn't we say a few words?" asked Pete.
We all stood there for about five minutes, thinkin what we could say. It was hot. Flies were starting to bug us.
"Well," offered Sam, "At least he died in Texas."
That was good enough. We all got on our horses and rode.
My cell phone rang. "Unknown" said the caller ID.
Thought about letting it pass, but I answered it.
"Alan, this is Rick Perry."
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