Sunday, April 7, 2013

Tie One On

Today, tie some words together, including some form of tying: 

shoe laces
                                    a business tie
        a sailor's knot                                                                a big fat bow, on a surprise gift
                                                    a slip knot                        
                           apron strings                                                       tying the knot (gettin' hitched)
                                                                       a noose



Are you fit to be tied? Lace some phrase, and share it here.


1 comment:

  1. HIS ROPE'S END

    McGinty always found a way to keep his wits about him. An analytical mind was not something with which this cow poke had been blessed, and yet things worked out for him.

    He was chosen ranch foreman because he had been at this for a long time. Add to that the fact that he could lasso better than anyone "the Boss" had seen, Mac was a shoe-in for the position.

    Driving this beef had been arduous lately. The terrain seemed rougher and rougher, the cattle having grazed the old paths clean. There was space in the high country that was relatively untouched. McGinty thought if he could take them through Cherub's Pass, he'd kill two birds with one stone.

    The incline was rather gradual, so the strain wasn't overtly terrible. But the ledge of the Pass seemed to narrow as they went further up. Mac thought of scrapping the idea, but he had too much time invested in it, plus he didn't need some ambitious hand taking him down. On they went.

    Near the rear of the pack, McGinty heard a rather raucous noise; his animals were in distress. One of them anyway, but the rest of the herd sounded the alert. A young calf, had strayed behind and had gotten too near the edge of the ravine. It was a minor drop, but it still had separated it from the rest of the herd.

    McGinty secured his rope around a stump and then around his waist. The other hands lowered him to the calf. As he worked to calm the animal he felt something hit his back. It was the other end of his lasso. He needn't worry about an ambitious hand; an unscrupulous one was just as dangerous.

    "You babysit, Foreman! I'll take 'em from here!' shouted the villainous varmint.

    He had been duped. And there McGinty sat, stroking the calf and trying to think his way out of trouble. Surely he had come to the end of his rope.

    ReplyDelete