The Last Cowboy

The old cowboy sat in his chair on the porch of the new cabin. He watched the rim of the desert. How many more days would there be? He knew this was his last hurrah.
The hired hand didn't understand, but it didn't matter anymore. It was almost over.
Today...thought the old man, it has to be today, I feel it in my bones.
He sat on the porch and looked at the sky: the hired hand told him there would be no ride today, bad weather coming.
As he watched, the clouds were bizarre, all piled up, should...