Favorite Texan Story
Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in
Lubbock, Texas, while awaiting their respective flights.
One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on
his way to Fort Worth for a livestock show and the third passenger is a
fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Texas Tech from the Middle East.
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners
learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls
into an uneasy lull.
The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and
tips his big sweat-stained hat forw ard over his face. The wind outside is
blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still no plane
comes.
Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, "At
one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."
The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people
were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that
is?"
The Texas cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the
darkness beneath his Stetson says in a smooth drawl . . .
"That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do
believe it's a-comin'."