Page 55 - Super Cowboy Rides Again

It had special meaning to her. I think it landed with our
earliest ancestors when they came on this continent
sometime back around the time of Columbus or
something. Maybe even before that. Perhaps it came
on the ark with Noah. What I did know for sure was
that no one messed with it if they wanted to live very
long.

Its flowers were pinkish white, and its nasty little
thorns had a way of ripping into a person’s skin, which
they did every time Grandma had me wrap a blanket
around it in the fall. More than once I had considered
“accidentally” hoeing it out, but there was something I
liked too much to do that—living.

So when the dog started watering Grandma’s
favorite rosebush, Grandma was furious. She flew
across the yard faster than I thought Grandma could
run. She swung her rake, broadsiding the dog, flipping
him into a compromised position right on top of the
rosebush. This was the last thing she meant to do, but

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