As the Eagle Flies. J. D. Oliver
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As the Eagle Flies
by
J. D. Oliver
CCB Publishing
British Columbia, Canada
As the Eagle Flies
Copyright ©2012 by J. D. Oliver
ISBN-13 978-1-77143-002-9
First Edition
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Oliver, J. D., 1939-
As the eagle flies [electronic resource] / written by J. D. Oliver – 1st ed.
ISBN 978-1-77143-002-9
Also available in print format.
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PS3615.L4816 A8 2009 813'.6 C2009-900175-6
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CCB Publishing
British Columbia, Canada
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Chapter One
I leveled our Twin Engine Cessna off at eight thousand feet, just like the flight plan I had filed said I would. Looking down, I could see Cheyenne shrinking smaller and smaller. Jake and Dad were already asleep in their seats; they had partied pretty hard last night.
Me? I had consumed my usual two drinks. Dad had hit it a little harder than usual. Jake now, he had sneaked a few when he thought I wasn’t looking. Jake was only l7, and had the usual teenager attitude, you know, they know everything and us oldsters don’t know anything. Yeah he considered me old at 26. Dad wasn’t even old in my sights, he was only 52.
The plane was handling pretty good, even though we were right at the weight limit. Our saddles and tack were pretty heavy. The three of us weren’t all that heavy, we were all muscle and bone. In our line of work, it kept us right down slim. We were on the Rodeo circuit, had been for the last year.
Jake rode Bulls and Bareback, he was pretty good, yeah and it was going to his head. I could see trouble in the future if we didn’t get off of the circuit. Dad and I, we team roped. And I rode saddle bronc. I made my ride last night, but the pickup men were slow and I got drilled in the dirt pretty good.
Jake missed his mark out of the chute on his bareback ride, but won second place money on his bull. Dad and I took second in the team roping. We picked up ten thousand between the three of us. Not a bad night.
We didn’t pack any horses along. When we team roped we always were able to use someone else’s horses, for part of the purse of course. The other contestants didn’t mind, as long as they got their share. Dad and I were pretty good, we almost always placed in the money.
Being we had this plane we made a lot of Rodeos. Jake was in fifteenth place and if he kept it up we’d be going to the finals. I was really starting to get worried about Jake, his ego was getting bigger with each win. I can remember Mom telling me that pride always goes before a fall. I sure missed her.
Mom