Rik Goodell

Whitefish, Montana
406 890 1973


When you ponder on his diverse background, varied career pursuits and yondering all over for decades, Rik has a deep well to dip his pen into when he begins to write. Sailor, Actor, Motorcyclist, Master Pistolero, Carpenter, Deputy Sheriff and wannabe Cowboy, he has gathered a lifetime of treasures to share with his readers. He lives in Whitefish, Montana with his wife, Audrey, and their two Australian Shepherds.

Mornin’ Pard

Daybreak sneaks in early

Out here east of the divide.

Long shadows cast some shade.

Today’ll be a scorchin’ ride.

A puncher greets his gelding

Saddle and hack’more in hand.

Mornin’, Stretch, old Pard.

‘Nuther day, ridin’ for the brand.

You got to lay up yesterday

As I was mendin’ the corral.

But today we’ll be back out there

Doubtless boostin’ our morale.

We’ll trailer across the Milk

To see if’n we can make a change

By movin’ that small bunch o heifers

Out on the shortgrass range.

Ain’t so many of us still get to

Earn our keep this way ol’ friend.

But s’long as we get our squares

We’ll keep doin’ it til the end.

Yep, it’s dang shore work.

Troubles are always a’brew.

But you and I both know

We’d not swap for anything new

Dang, Stretch, we sweet talk cattle

Under the sun and stars.

I get to do it on your back.

‘Could be wrestlin traffic and cars.

I know our days are numbered.

Two less in the bunkhouse this year.

But I don’t know what else we’d do.

Ridin’ the grub line it might appear.

Cowboyin’s all I know

It’s all I’ve ever done.

No clue how I’d earn my way

Anything less wouldnt’ be no fun.

And as for you m’friend,

‘So far as this ol’ hand can see,

Cuttin cows is all your good for

‘Cept bein’ a good listener to me.

So let’s get saddled n ready.

‘Past time we loaded up.

Now don’t start in a blowin’

Don’t make me call you Buttercup!

I’ll let you buck your kinks out

But then let’s get to work

This is how we’ve spent our life

Today’s no time to shirk.

Might see some antelope

Comin’ down off the Little Belt

Ahh it’ll be a good day ol’ son.

Well, s’long as we don’t melt.

Our days ain’t without limits

So let’s grab all we can catch.

One day the Lord will call

Sayin’, “Come on home Stretch”.

Comes a time a man’s just got tell.

Guess I’m feelin a might sentimental.

This friendship we’ve built,

Well it just ain’t accidental.

Friend we’ve stomped some snakes

And rode the churnin’ river.

Might not a made it without ya

But you always did deliver.

Just sayin thanks Stretch.

It’s been one admirable ride.

Which ever of us goes first,

Here’s t’meetin’ on the other side.
By, Rik Goodell© 2020