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Cowboy novel portrays the realities of the Wild West

TV shows like Bananza and Wyatte Earp paint the heroic picture and extraordinary life of the old Wild West cowboy. The dime store novels, written by people in the East, attracted young boys to this life of adventure and glory by glamorizing the Wild West.
Compadres: A Cowboy Story by Paul Pumpain, however, shows the true Wild West for everything it was: paid for sex, unexpected hunger, and near death experiences.
Will and Jeff met as youngsters by the power of fate. From the day they met they vowed to be compadres, and compadres they were as they grew into two adventurous men.
Will has charm that attracts ladies like sugar attracts ants. Throughout their adventure, he always seems to have a lady by his side and if he doesn’t he is complaining about it.
Jeff, however, is a money handler. He can’t say no to a chance at money and is the best poker player there is.
It is both these men’s desires that get them into their various adventures. From fleeing to the Mexican border to make some money and have some women to joining a rebellious army (only for the pay, of course), these two cowboys land themselves in trouble often.
This book does contain some graphic sex scenes that may be offence to some. However, the graphic potions of the book are easily skipped and not to abundant.
The historical content in the book proves to be accurate and will keep history buffs turning the pages.
Even though the book portrays the harsh reality of the cowboy life, it is still an enjoyable book. The characters will have the reader laughing as well as cringing at their spontaneous decisions.

Wind Blows: I think we all know this.

This is random, but slightly humorous. Beware.

Today in geology, a class that I already know is going to cause me much brain depletion, a line from Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan popped into my head and the ceiling split open and light shined through and it all dawned on me.
“ Don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.”
See I go outside and I assess that the wind is blowing and that I need a coat. The End. I do not think of where it came from and what caused it. Why would I do that?
I’m usually not one to say that I don’t want to be in a class and that everything about it is useless. In fact, I won’t say that now. What I will say though is that if you aren’t planning on going into a geology field, this is one of those subjects that you WILL forget the minute you’re done with the final. That’s all I’m saying . . .
Anyways, back to the song. The line above is one of many lines in the song that might leave you thinking, “That may be true, but what is the point of this song.”
Well that doesn’t matter right now, because what matters is that Bob has once again made me feel better about something I’m frustrated with. I think that Subterranean Homesick Blues will pop up in the future again. Some random line. Some random situation. It is the beauty of it.