Laconic Cowboy!
...tumbleweed rolls by... "Howdy, cowboy, how's the day, the road, the ranch, the hay?" He tips his hat. He says... "Yep." "You ride a hundred dusty miles? Yo...
...tumbleweed rolls by...
"Howdy, cowboy, how's the day, the road, the ranch, the hay?" He tips his hat. He says... "Yep."
"You ride a hundred dusty miles? You see those big ol' canyon styles?" He chews his straw. He says... "Reckon."
He's LACONIC! luh-KON-ik! Lots of words? No thank you, friend! LACONIC! luh-KON-ik! One little word — and that's the end!
...tumbleweed rolls by...
"Did you wrangle, did you roam, are you tired, headin' home?" He looks out west. He says... "Some."
A whole big question, long and wide, he answers with one word and a ride! No speeches here, no big to-do — just "Yep," and a nod, and a how-d'ya-do!
He's LACONIC! luh-KON-ik! Lots of words? No thank you, friend! LACONIC! luh-KON-ik! One little word — and that's the end!
"Anything else, cowboy?"
"Nope."
...laconic.