Fwd: it's a-comin'

begin forwarded message here...

 
It's 
a comin'... yep... it's definitely a-comin'
Three strangers 
strike up a conversation in the passenger lounge in the Bozeman, Montana airport 
while waiting for their respective flights...
One is an American Indian 
passing through from Lame Deer, another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a 
livestock show and the third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly 
arrived at Montana State University 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, tips his 
big sweat-stained hat forward over his face, and lights a cigarette. 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 cowboy removes his cigarette from his mouth and from the darkness 
beneath his Stetson says in a smooth drawl... 'I reckon that's 'cause we ain't
played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it's a-comin'.'