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Three strangers strike up a conversation in the
airport lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights. One is an
American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. The second is a Cowboy
on his way to a livestock show. The third passenger is an Arab college
student, newly arrived from the Middle East.
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures.
Soon, the two Americans 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 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 Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one
side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says,
"That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet,
but I do believe it's a-comin'."
airport lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights. One is an
American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. The second is a Cowboy
on his way to a livestock show. The third passenger is an Arab college
student, newly arrived from the Middle East.
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures.
Soon, the two Americans 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 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 Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one
side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says,
"That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet,
but I do believe it's a-comin'."
