A Cowboys Work is Never Done...Chapter 1

         “Bang bang bang!”  I shout.  I pull my six-shooters out of my holster and dart around the corner to my older brother’s bedroom.  “Take that!”  I say, pointing my pistol at imaginary bad guys.”  Jason yells at me, “Get lost, kid!”

“Kid!  Who are you calling a kid?  I am Calbert, the toughest cowboy in the Third

grade,”   yell back at him.  “Even my name    means ‘cowboy,’ so there.”

 I move into the kitchen.  You never know what kind of outlaw may have stopped in for a bite.  Especially if they had fresh baked chocolate chip cookies on their minds.  “Bang bang bang!”  I shoot again, only to find my little brother staring back at me.  He's the real “kid” around here.  Ethan is two years younger than I am and very annoying.

Ethan just looks at me and says, “Calbert, Calbert, Calbert, will you play with me?”

“If you'll play cowboys,” I say.

“No way,” Ethan replies and then hops out of the kitchen.

I sure don’t know what Mom was thinking when she adopted Ethan along with Jason and me.  We have always been brothers, but this was our chance to get rid of him—wish we could give him back!  Actually, I do kind of like him, but I’m not going tell him that!

 “Yay, it's Saturday,” I yell as I run outside.  My teacher likes me, and I have lots of friends, but there is this one kid that likes to pick on me sometimes. On Saturdays, I don’t have to worry about Ernie at all, just about having fun.

I love to play “shoot ’em up” games like cowboy games.  My black cowboy hat fits me just perfectly, except for the flat part on top. Thanks a lot, Ethan!