cross_7":gs35gnzn said:
how bout Last Buckaroo by Mackey Hedges anybody read it ?
REVIEW by TIM o'byrne- working ranch magazine
The mail came one day, and in it
was a book by Mackey Hedges
titled, the Last Buckaroo. 'Thick as a
John Deere chopper manual', I
complained to myself, 'how could I
ever begin to read such a thing?'
Innocently, I flipped to page one
and it sucked me in like a Hoover
vacuum. Every dink horse, every
two-day hangover, every silent sagebrush
sunrise, every flake of winter
snow … every empty-pockets
Sunday morning, every 'running on
fumes' attempt to get back to the
ranch in a wore-out truck; he wrote
it, I re-lived it, and it was impossible
to put the dang thing down. My
dog didn't get fed, my taxes went
unpaid, my neighbors left casseroles
after my wife boarded a plane to see
her sister. The casseroles piled up
on the porch, I truthfully never
noticed my wife was missing, and
the dog eventually got fed when I
noticed him trotting around the
house with a rare and valuable
rawhide quirt in his mouth.
Bottom line is, if you want a slice
of the buckaroo trail, circa 1960's
with all the drippin's, then you
need to get this book. Mack buckarooed
a long, long time, did a hitch
in the Marines, and when I called
him up on the phone last month to
complain bitterly about how his literary
skills almost wrecked my life,
he was eager to discuss it all.
Heaven knows he had plenty of
time to talk; he was currently laid
up, at age 69, after experiencing a
head plant, courtesy of one of his
broker horses. Our visit was too
short.