The Cowboy V

Back at the bar, still have not eaten and two hours of my life passed in what felt like 20 minutes we are very hungry. Again I try to order from Marc the man behind the counter. Again I am denied service and as my brother disappears for a moment some more time passes on. The Cowboy on the other hand has another whiskey on the rocks in his glass before he even seats himself at the bar.
Now we are ready to order some food and try to do so, but the Cowboy is having none of it: he has food at his place and now we are taking both our Pick-Up trucks and drive in a cloud of dust to the Ranch.

The trailer is hot, unclean and just what you would expect from a Cowboy crib. While I go to the toilet the Cowboy downs a few mouthfuls of Canadian Whiskey. He then goes on rambling about all sorts of things and starts making us food. He asks us what we want and picks out some fine beef from the fridge. But before he had the time to start cooking this banquet he slips into sever drunkenness. He admits some more appalling details about his life before he just leaves the bacon frying on the stove tells me he needs to do some stuff and drives off in his car.

While I take over the cooking he returns, now more drunk than ever. He demands that I stop cooking since he will be doing that, as a good host. He almost falls over a couple of times before serving us refried beans and bacon. He takes no more than three bites of his own food before he states that he will now leave. He walks over to his trailer and disappears.

Now my brother is not at all relaxed in the situation so I make the dishes and turn off the stove. We write a letter to the good Cowboy and we leave the ranch. Hoping to return.