The good lord said to Adam in Genesis 3:17 “Since you listened to your wife and ate from the tree whose fruit I commanded you not to eat, the ground is cursed because of you. All your life you will struggle to scratch a living from it.”
Surely the man upstairs would be a bit forgiving when judging a cowboy that’s trying to work cattle. It’s seems only fair, especially since it ain’t really our fault. Adam should’ve known better than listen to his wife. I bet he came in from the field starving one day and she said eat this or starve. We’ve all done it, I bet they weren’t no different.
I wonder if after they got evicted from the Garden of Eden if Adam and Eve worked cattle together and Adam kind of talked rough to her. I bet there were some “discussions” over her little special dinner for the rest of their lives.
I wonder if they ever had an apple pie for dinner after working cows. I have always been told the forbidden fruit was an apple. Seems only fitting to have it after a long day of branding or sorting off some “cursed” rangy mommas.
I would venture to say a husband and wife working cattle together has been a big headache ever since Eve got them kicked out of paradise, it sure is for us. It doesn’t help that our lot is a bunch of panels I bought used. They weren’t very good twenty years ago, nowadays you need a preventive tetanus shot before you set foot in it. Any way, it’s awfully nerve racking to sort cattle in our lot.
I can’t help but wonder if God kind of gives cowboys a pass when working cattle. From ear tagging a new born calf to doctoring an abscessed foot everything about handling cattle is high stress. A few choice words always seem to slip out. The lot used to be over by the baptist preacher’s house. After one particularly bad day with two mean old rump roast mommas I moved the lot a half mile north so I wouldn’t feel like the preacher was having to pray for me quite so much.
After all, God made cattle and the brushy country they hide out in, so in my mind he is a little responsible. He also was the one that cursed it because of a woman.
I also can’t help but wonder if God has a sense of humor. I bet likes to watch cowboys struggle with these big dumb hamburgers. Maybe he created this earthly constant chaotic conflict of cow and cow
- boy purely for his amusement.
Who knows, but I’m glad I’m a cowboy. It sure beats working in town.
James Lockhart lives near the Kiamichi mountains in southeast Oklahoma. He writes cowboy stories and fools with cows and horses.
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