Tales of the Ranch
On this particular early summer day we were all very excited. We were waiting for the “Goose”, a wonderful little train…..
So there we were waiting on the old turn of the century wood railroad platform in Charbonneau. This time, we were not waiting for my sister and the Goose. Not today! Today our family’s new ranch dog was to arrive from some real big eastern city that bred collies.
It all began in the rolling golden hills of the country. I chased Indian spirits through the underbrush and rode from them over the plains on my brother’s pinto pony.
Busy with the demands and struggles of everyday life, it was hard to realize the things one used on a daily basis would someday be historical treasures.