It's a...comin'

[Donster]

Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger

lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights.

One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another

is a cowboy, on his way to Billings for a livestock show. 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 and tips his big

sweat-stained hat forward 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 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 Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and

from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's cause

we ain't played Cowboys & Muslims yet, but I do believe it's a...comin'."

[Red]

[Stans]

Now don't get me started!

[Gunny]

LMAO!