Cool. It was cool outside, there was ice on horse's troughs, but the sun had begun to cast a tentative crimson finger over the top of the hill and he knew that there were Things To Be Done before supper.

He sauntered over to the corral and got a halter on Sukie, led her over to the barn and saddled her. There were miles to go before he'd lay in his rack tonight.

Breakfast had been okay, he mused. Biscuits, coffee, sausage, sausage gravy, honey, and lots of butter. Even had some peaches out of a can.

Sukie was ready. He tied her to the corral fence and went back inside the house.

"Sukie's ready," he told the Boss.

"Great. Thanks."

"You bet." He ambled down the hall, opened the door to his room, flicked on the light.

He reached out to the top of the desk, grabbing what was there. He reloaded, realized what he had to do.

With only a moment of hesitation he sat down in font of the computer, began to type. As he heard the Boss ride off on Sukie, he knew that he'd do his part to help the Mudcat Bad Writing Contest reach two hundred. Doing your part was, after all, was part of The Code Of The West.