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Miss Measurement1990 © by Carol Tallman JonesJoe Young could shoe a horse in forty minutes flat. But the day he met Miss Measurement ol' Joe forgot all that. Wearin' high-top boots, and a tiny leather skirt, she bent and raised a stockinged leg, feigning coy about her flirt. "They say that you're the best of all horseshoers in the nation. I'd be honored, Joe, to learn from you," she drawled her first quotation. His chapped lips curled into a grin. "I've been known to be all right." "You're much too modest," says she while his grin and ego grew a might. "Suppose a legend like yourself, if I shod that horse today, could tell me what I'm doing wrong for twenty dollars pay?" Joe always hid two Double Eagles in the heel of each Dan Post, so reckoned he could spare just one, now that his fame was coast to coast. He says, "I'm mighty busy, ma'am...but for YOU I'll make the time." "You're as gallant as you are handsome," she dangled her second line. Inch by inch Joe's ego grew as she flattered and she praised till the circulation to his brain cut off and left Joe dazed. "Is this the way you hold this rasp?" the female farrier drawled. Joe grabbed the rasp and did the job, now feeling ten feet tall. Joe explained his every move as she giggled and she teased until at last four feet were shod with flattery and expertise. By now Joe's Stetson was so tight no sweat could dot his brow. His brain absorbed the praise and sweat and was downright spongy now. But ol' Joe never brags a'tall when he shows her photograph. To Dearest Joe, The Best Teacher -- that farrier's autograph. It was that small Miss Measurement broke his bootheels to the root when Joe Young shod his own damn horse, yet paid HER twenty bucks a foot! cj
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