Hell Riding with Me

The SASS Convention was truly a one of a kind experience. While on the convention floor I strolled through an array of western shops, watched a few shooting exhibitions, sat in on a lecture about Tombstone, and enjoyed a great concert by Riders in the Sky. From what I understand, attendance was off for the year due in large part to the economy. I hope the organization will thrive and the heritage of the old west continues to be preserved. Sometimes I think the whole notion of the American Cowboy is fading into the sunset. All was going well on the trip until I received news that the cowards responsible for the nightmare my brother and family are living, are trying to invent new charges. Not only is that pathetic, but it will not work. Too many people in authority are on to them now. They are scared, diseased rats scratching and clawing in a desperate attempt to free them from the fatal trap they themselves created. Like the great western gunfighters I revere, I’m ready for the battle. Whether Rick is dead or alive, I will serve as my brother’s champion and I will never stop! Like Wyatt Earp on his vendetta ride, I will avenge my brother. The rotten excuses for human beings involved in this affair have called down the thunder. There will be consequences. I’m heading straight for them and hell is riding with me.