It's A-Comin

Three strangers strike up

a conversation in the passenger

lounge in the Bozeman , Montana

airport, while waiting for their

respective flights...


One is an American Indian passing

through from Lame Deer,

another is a Cowboy on his way to

Billings for a livestock show

and the third passenger is

a fundamentalist Arab student,

newly arrived at Montana State

University from the Middle East .
Their discussion drifts to their

diverse cultures. Soon, the two

Westerners learn that the

Arab is a devout, radical Muslim

and the conversation falls into

an uneasy lull.

The cowboy leans back in his chair,

crosses his boots on a magazine table

tips his big sweat-stained hat

forward over his face, and lights a

cigarette. The wind outside is

blowing tumbleweeds around, and

the old windsock is flapping; but still

no plane comes.

Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and

softly he speaks, 'At one time here.... my people

were many... but sadly, now we are few.'


The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans

forward,'Once my people were few,' he sneers,

'and now we are many. Why do you suppose that

is?'

The cowboy removes his cigarette from

his mouth and from the darkness beneath

his Stetson says in a smooth drawl . . .

'I reckon that's 'cause we ain't

played Cowboys and Muslims yet,
But I do believe it's a-comin'.'

That aint right .....

LMAO

uh oh... I smell a war brewing! lol.

awesome love it