Cowboys and.......

Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights


One is an American Indian, passing thru from Lame Deer.

Another is a cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show.

The third is a fundamentalist Arab student from the Middle East, newly
arrived at Montana State University.

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 and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face.

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 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 Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth, and
from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's 'cause
we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it's
a-comin'".

 

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