They'll be back next year, same ones, some new ones. The men, tired and wet,
gathered at the bottom of the hill for their trophies.
Up walked the new
king to hear the words of a local: "Don't you let that old sheriff that
wears the badge on his bibs get you on the way into town, Tidwell. That oughta
turn off your steam if that old boy runs you down in his pickup. He'd show you
fellers how to run that mountain if they'd give him a number for his pickup and
let him in without one of them roll-bar things.
and I'll tell you about them hotshoes come down here to show us how to drive.
You know when you get a slab of fresh cooked bread, and you put on a big hunk
of butter, then you spread it with strawberry preserves and the first thing you
know, there it is, jam-side-down on the floor. Get too fancy and it'll happen