Don’t leave me alone, biding my time waiting for the other cowboys to finish riding their loops, when there’s an old cabin nearby and possible arrowheads lying in wait to be found.
I sat on Panama for a while, but when no one appeared quickly, I dismounted, dropped my reins to let him graze and started scanning the ground.
Then a bit of a glass bottle caught my eye. It looked complete. Was it purple? Without thinking I reached down to brush some dirt back away from it.
See? You knew I shouldn’t do that… why didn’t I think fast enough?
I sliced the fire out of my fingertip! And, boy, did it bleed.
Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.
And it kinda cut down on my photography!
Just goes to show… still living and learning… just don’t leave me alone near old cabins!
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