Cowboys & Indians

Cowboys & Indians

My brothers and I grew up in a world without video games or computers. You would never even find us in the house. We were always out on the farm playing Cowboys and Indians.

Now playing Cowboys and Indians for us meant that someone was going to be hurting. Because we used BB rifles and BB pistols. That’s right, we made sure that when we shot someone they felt it.

There were rules that everyone had to bide by. You had to aim for the lower part of the body. The butt was the best place to get shot. It didn’t hurt as much.

As the battle ensued, somehow Alan had gotten me pinned down. I could not move. Up from us, peeping out from behind a tree, Jerry hollered to Alan “don’t move or I’ll shoot”.

Both Alan and I were laughing so hard because we knew that Jerry didn’t stand a chance at hitting anything from that distance. As we laughed Jerry fired his BB Rifle. Alan screamed and dropped his gun. Jerry had shot him in the hand. The littlest brother had defeated the older brothers. Laughter had cost both of us the battle and Jerry walked away the winner.

Kind of like the story of David and Goliath.