Wild West Windowsill
A disputed territory seems to have sprung up above my work area this afternoon. Minding my own business, working hard, I looked up to find myself in the middle of a scuffle.
I'm not sure who is after whom, but I'd guess the horse has something to do with it. It's nice to see the Indians are still at one with the earth and all that and haven't given up on using the trees and other formations as natural defenses. Sadly, the cowboys still seem to be pretty clueless -- the intervening years and all the biopics of Custer don't seem to have gotten through. They're still standing out there in the middle of nowhere firing off their pistols.
The horse looks like he's fixing to get out of there. In which case, the whole affair will probably fizzle. Horses. It's always about the horses. Or the women. It's always about the horses or the women. Haven't we learned anything?