This Town Ain’t Big Enough for the Both of Us
The grizzled cowboy ambled out through the saloon doors, squinting against the high noon sun as he tipped his chin to acknowledge the square-jawed lawman framed in the center of the dusty street.
They sized each other up as the cowboy strode to the center of the road and stopped ten paces away.
The sheriff called out, “This town ain’t big enough for the both of us!”
The cowboy’s hands moved to rest on his belt. “Whadya suggest we do about that?”
“I suggest,” the sheriff’s right hand shot to his side and he pulled out a scroll of paper, “we both sign this petition requesting the mayor enlarge the city boundaries by annexing Chester’s meadow on the north of town. The extra space will provide excellent recreational opportunities like nature walks for the local schoolchildren and maybe we can even start a community garden.”
The cowboy spat again, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “I reckon I can support that.”
An idea suggested by my nine year-old son.