| General Fiction posted September 11, 2024 |
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There's always a way to their heart
Miss Kitty Roped A Cowboy!
by Begin Again
Today, like so many summer days, Timmy was searching for adventure in his grandmother's backyard. His usual playmates couldn't join him, so he moseyed around the yard, kicking a ball, swinging on the tire swing, and tossing his lariat around the bull's horns — disguised as a step stool with a tree branch for horns.
Kitty, a loving woman with a big heart, opened the screen door and called, "Timmy, it's time to come in. Lunch will be ready soon."
The young boy tipped his cowboy hat to reveal a curly lock of blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that would melt butter. He'd practiced his cowboy drawl to perfection. "Ma'am, that's mighty kind of you, but I've got some mean rustlers in the far pasture, and I need to bring them in."
"Sounds mighty dangerous to me, Sheriff." She wiped her hands on her apron and smiled at her grandson.
"Just another day in my line of work. But — it does make a cowboy work up a thirst."
Kitty smiled. "I bet a cool beer will help you with that." She let the screen door swing closed behind her but returned a moment later carrying an icy mug of root beer. "This should do the trick."
Timmy took a long swallow and smacked his lips. "Could never turn down a cold one, ma'am. Mighty kind of you."
As she watched her grandson finish the root beer, her heart filled with love and memories of another little boy—Timmy's dad. She'd cherished spending the summer days with him, but time had a way of slipping away, and his visits were far and few between. Now, she was fortunate to have Timmy until his school days began again.
The young boy's voice and the tugging on her skirt brought her back to the present. "Here's your mug, ma'am. Mighty fine beer you serve around these parts."
She laughed. "Wait till you see the grub I'm serving you tonight. Now dust off those boots and come inside." She let the screen door slam as she went inside.
Timmy called as she disappeared, "Be there in a minute. I've still got work to do."
Without another thought, he picked up his rope and hurried across the yard, knowing the rustlers were just around the bend. A sheriff's work was never done.
After setting the table, Timmy's grandmother looked out the kitchen window, spotting her grandson galloping his stick horse around the yard, twirling his lasso high in the air. She needed a better plan if she was going to get him inside.
She thought for a moment, and then it came to her.
She hurried to the back door and yelled like a damsel in distress with her hands on each side of her cheeks. "Sheriff! Come quick!" She wiped her brow and added, "There's been a robbery."
Timmy pulled on his horse's reins and came to a complete stop. His eyes widened with excitement as he dropped his lasso and raced across the yard. "Ma'am, can you tell me what happened? Was anyone hurt?"
With a mischievous smile, she pointed toward the kitchen. "You'll need to check inside."
Timmy dusted off his jeans and hurried into the kitchen. "It looks fine to me, ma'am. Are you sure there was a robbery? What was taken?"
Kitty smiled and fanned her face. "It was my heart, but I see you've already found it."
Her mischievous smile and the twinkle in her eyes revealed the humor in her prank, and Timmy couldn't help but chuckle at his Nana's cleverness.
Tossing his cowboy hat on the kitchen counter, he hugged her, then squirmed as she kissed him and squeezed him back.
"Oh, Nana, Miss Kitty never kissed Marshall Dillion like that."
"Then, she didn't love him like I love you!" She ruffled his hair. "If you're going to catch those rustlers, you'll need to do it on a full belly. Wash your hands while this wagon cook gets your grub on a plate."
As the young boy turned to wash his hands, he looked at his grandmother and said, "Nana, I love you too!" She smiled because she knew he did, but it was nice to hear.
They sat down to enjoy lunch with their campfire burning — a candle in a stone pot.
Timmy's face glowed because he had learned a valuable lesson—the ones you love the most can often provide the most incredible adventures right at home. As for his grandmother, she discovered that a little creativity and humor can always be the key to a young cowboy's imagination.
Love and laughter settled around them — another memory for the books.
Today, like so many summer days, Timmy was searching for adventure in his grandmother's backyard. His usual playmates couldn't join him, so he moseyed around the yard, kicking a ball, swinging on the tire swing, and tossing his lariat around the bull's horns — disguised as a step stool with a tree branch for horns.
Kitty, a loving woman with a big heart, opened the screen door and called, "Timmy, it's time to come in. Lunch will be ready soon."
The young boy tipped his cowboy hat to reveal a curly lock of blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that would melt butter. He'd practiced his cowboy drawl to perfection. "Ma'am, that's mighty kind of you, but I've got some mean rustlers in the far pasture, and I need to bring them in."
"Sounds mighty dangerous to me, Sheriff." She wiped her hands on her apron and smiled at her grandson.
"Just another day in my line of work. But — it does make a cowboy work up a thirst."
Kitty smiled. "I bet a cool beer will help you with that." She let the screen door swing closed behind her but returned a moment later carrying an icy mug of root beer. "This should do the trick."
Timmy took a long swallow and smacked his lips. "Could never turn down a cold one, ma'am. Mighty kind of you."
As she watched her grandson finish the root beer, her heart filled with love and memories of another little boy—Timmy's dad. She'd cherished spending the summer days with him, but time had a way of slipping away, and his visits were far and few between. Now, she was fortunate to have Timmy until his school days began again.
The young boy's voice and the tugging on her skirt brought her back to the present. "Here's your mug, ma'am. Mighty fine beer you serve around these parts."
She laughed. "Wait till you see the grub I'm serving you tonight. Now dust off those boots and come inside." She let the screen door slam as she went inside.
Timmy called as she disappeared, "Be there in a minute. I've still got work to do."
Without another thought, he picked up his rope and hurried across the yard, knowing the rustlers were just around the bend. A sheriff's work was never done.
After setting the table, Timmy's grandmother looked out the kitchen window, spotting her grandson galloping his stick horse around the yard, twirling his lasso high in the air. She needed a better plan if she was going to get him inside.
She thought for a moment, and then it came to her.
She hurried to the back door and yelled like a damsel in distress with her hands on each side of her cheeks. "Sheriff! Come quick!" She wiped her brow and added, "There's been a robbery."
Timmy pulled on his horse's reins and came to a complete stop. His eyes widened with excitement as he dropped his lasso and raced across the yard. "Ma'am, can you tell me what happened? Was anyone hurt?"
With a mischievous smile, she pointed toward the kitchen. "You'll need to check inside."
Timmy dusted off his jeans and hurried into the kitchen. "It looks fine to me, ma'am. Are you sure there was a robbery? What was taken?"
Kitty smiled and fanned her face. "It was my heart, but I see you've already found it."
Her mischievous smile and the twinkle in her eyes revealed the humor in her prank, and Timmy couldn't help but chuckle at his Nana's cleverness.
Tossing his cowboy hat on the kitchen counter, he hugged her, then squirmed as she kissed him and squeezed him back.
"Oh, Nana, Miss Kitty never kissed Marshall Dillion like that."
"Then, she didn't love him like I love you!" She ruffled his hair. "If you're going to catch those rustlers, you'll need to do it on a full belly. Wash your hands while this wagon cook gets your grub on a plate."
As the young boy turned to wash his hands, he looked at his grandmother and said, "Nana, I love you too!" She smiled because she knew he did, but it was nice to hear.
They sat down to enjoy lunch with their campfire burning — a candle in a stone pot.
Timmy's face glowed because he had learned a valuable lesson—the ones you love the most can often provide the most incredible adventures right at home. As for his grandmother, she discovered that a little creativity and humor can always be the key to a young cowboy's imagination.
Love and laughter settled around them — another memory for the books.
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