A half-breed of the Sycuan Tribe of the Kumeyaay Nation, guru mountain man McKinley Clearwater stands a giant
of a man, wisdom and humor his calling, the repartee of "Yours and Mine" a favorite pastime.
YOURS AND MINE
SHOWING his newly court-appointed young ward, runaway Shyler Lanier, around his ranch--the grounds, the small stable, the training corral, the feed barn--Kumeyaay Indian McKinley Clearwater introduced Shy to the horses in residence. "These two Appaloosas over there are Mine and Yours," he said. "We'll go riding this afternoon, if you like." Patting one fine horse on the rump, he said, "This is Yours." Pointing to its stall mate, he added, "And this is Mine." He paused to let his comments register. "When we go for our ride, I'll ride Yours and you'll ride Mine."
Shy's eyes widened in puzzlement. "Okay. But is there some reason I'll be riding yours instead of mine?"
"No, no. You don't understand. You won't ride Yours, you'll ride Mine."
"Now, I'm all mixed up. You just told me you'll be riding mine."
"No, I didn't. I said I'll be riding Yours."
"Right. So how come you'll be riding mine instead of your own?"
"Your Own? We don't have a horse here named Your Own."
There followed a long moment of silence as young Shy looked at Mac, totally confused. "Are you puttin' me on?"
"Names are somethin' we've got in common, young man. You're Shy, but you're not always shy. Okay? Well, this horse with the big brown blotch on her rump I named Mine. The other horse with the brown and white I named Yours." He rubbed his nose with a huge hand to hide the snicker on his face. "So," he said, pointing with a cigar-sized finger, "this horse is Yours and this horse is Mine. But, of course, when we go for a ride, I'll ride Yours so you can ride Mine."
McKinley Clearwater flashed a wide-mouthed grin and waited.
Young Shy Lanier erupted in hysterical laughter, giggling long and loud but still drowned out by the booming howls of the baritone tower next to him.
Outside, the Great Horned Owl perched in the craggy old oak tree turned his feathered head to listen. A new sound had been added to his Laguna wilderness, the sound of two human hearts overflowing with the joy of life, bonding in shared humor with trust and mutual respect.
A pastiche from the psychological drama novel
The Paradise of Revenge
Richard Lee Orey
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|Reviewed by Kathryn firstname.lastname@example.org
|Thanks for this laugh. I love your writing. I have had a very hard week. it is important to remember to laugh. The smile from this will last a while.
|Reviewed by Monica Lebo
|That was great! This guy (Clearwater) reminds me a little of my dad, his inner strength and his sense of humour. What a wonderful character and so well written. :)|
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Very funny material, Richard! I enjoyed this excerpt.
|Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath
Richard I enjoyed this short story it did bring about a smile.
I like your style, continued blessings to you in all you do!
|Reviewed by Ann Scarborough
|How wonderful for Shy! To be given a guardian like McKinley Clearwater! Again, tears of joy for Shy. No wonder his excitement when he realized that McKinley was looking at him. His beginning so horribly and then to have someone who loves him as McKinley does. I must buy "The Paradise of Revenge". Thank you Richard, for another story that brings tears both of joy and sadness. Love the Abbott and Costello nod.
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|I clearly recall this excerpt from your book, "The Paradise of Revenge" and thought it was a very cleverly done little puzzle of fascinating interest.
When I read the book, your characterization of McKinley Clearwater was so well written that I could easily picture a giant of a man standing tall, his head always reaching toward the sky--a man of principle, decency and moral strength. Now I have a face for him.
Pulling an excerpt from your book and treating it as a short-story is an excellent way to present a pastiche of a more important written work.
Nicely done, Richard.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thank you for sharing this delightful story, Richard. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|Isn't it any wonder he was a half-breed, for a full pedigree would have had five names for his horse! LOL! and he wouldn't have come within ten feet of a horses' ass...still rolling~
I love this!
...anything to make me think!
Love and Peace~
|Reviewed by Sharon Jordan
Clearwater reminds me of a dear friend of mine, also my drama coach for over two years. Ruben has that same wicked sense of humor and is such a joy to know. I must look up your book now!
|Reviewed by H. Lena Jones
|Great excerpt, Richard. The dialogue drew me in. Sounds like a novel that's full of intrique and humor.
Love and respect
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|Enjoyed this very much...humor, wisdom, and a warm story...love the title, perfect...Your and Mine...great write!
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Heeheee!!!!! Names can be confusing, sometimes. Like...What's on 1st, and Who's on 2nd. - You can just keep on and on. Heeheee!!!
Wonderful excerpt, and kept my attention from beginning to end!!!
Sandie May Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Delightful story, very well done! BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and love from Texas, your new friend, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|A delightful story told with the wisdom and humor of a very sage man...splendid offering
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
"Yours and Mine" is a wit-wise short-story painted with the colors of the rainbow of humanity.
In gratitude and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Pier Tyler
|ROFL, still. You are so right...(the sound of two human hearts overflowing with the joy of life, bonding in shared humor with trust and mutual respect.)
This one is a keeper for when I need a bit of humor in my day.