This weekend I went into a barbeque restaurant in Cheyenne, looking around for a friend whom I was to meet there. A man sitting at a table by the front door, eating alone, asked me, “Are you a rancher?”
I said that I was, although that is an exaggeration. I am a lawyer who lives on a ranch without making a living as a true rancher. I was wearing a cowboy hat, jeans, and boots. I guess I looked the part.
Then he remarked, “You ride horses a lot, don’t you!”
I told him that I have ridden horses since I was very young. I wondered what he was getting at. Then it dawned on me. I had a similar conversation with a lady in The Black Hills last fall. https://cowboylawyer.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/being-checked-out/
Apparently, my cowboy legs are remarkably bowed. Here I thought it was my hat these city slickers noticed.
I am starting to feel self-conscious. Naw, more like proud. I don’t mind being a tourist attraction.