LADMO

I had to do some thinking on this story. just how to tell it was a little tough to put to gether.
    the old timer had a temper. those of us who knew him was well aware of it. he was a great horseman but he expected excellence from all he rode or worked with. and if one just didn't have the ability he wasn't around long.
   Ladmo was a little bay horse who looked like he had put together by committee. he showed some excellent breeding  but all the parts just didn't look like they fit together. his neck was a little long, his head a little to small for his overall conformation. his back was extra long, his hip was well musceled but short. his legs were straight, but it was a long way from his knee to his ankle.  how the old timer acquired him I never knew. poor old ladmo was not the smartest horse in the barn. he was rough riding and clumsy. he stubbed his toe often and had been spurred hard every time he did.  so when he did stub his toe he would automaticly throw up his head and try to run off. he had been spanked with a double rope so often that when you picked up your rope once again he would tuck his tail and try to run away. if you got ahold of his head when he did that it was a bone jarring jig that he took up making the old timer madder yet.
     one day myself and a couple other fellas were working at the branding chute when we saw the old timer commin down the ally on ladmo. he had been fussing with ladmo and he was jigging that bone jarring jig and dancing around. we were sitting down on the cat walk at the chute when the old timer, not seeing us, broke into a cussing fit and jerked his rope down. the old timer doubled up a bight of rope and took aim at ladmos head with the intent of whopping him between the ears. poor old ladmo had had so many whippings that he dropped his  head and went   to slinging it dodgingeing  that hard rope. about the third time the old timer tried to swat ole ladmo, that rope came back and whapped the old timer across the face. that hard old nylon left a red whelt that you could see a country mile. across the bridge of his nose and upper lip. the old timers eyes watered and he he was trying to cuss but it just came out as blubbering with a little bloody slobbers!! the boys and I were hunkered down behind the chute oughta sight laughing our asses off.
   the next day poor old ladmo was gone , never to be seen again!!