Great Regulars: I am, at these moments, in a state of bliss,

at least a tenth of the way to being a cowboy.

This turns to ecstasy when one of the cowboys says I am a 'natural'. I glow and mutter into Dwight's ear, "Hear that, you ornery bastard?" He nods, but then he nods all the time as all horses do when they are walking.

I check my politics. Yes, I am drifting detectably to the right. There is something definitely conservative if not downright Republican about being on a horse in Montana.

But nothing, surely, is as Republican as a gun in your hand.

from Bryan Appleyard: via The Sunday Times: The Magnificent One

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