“Whaddaya want?” Asks the barkeep. The cowboy across the counter flashes a winning smile. “Nothin’.” He says with a smile. “I’m perfectly content, I am. Don’t have any cows to herd, chickens to feed, farms to run, criminals to apprehend, friends to save, princesses to rescue from dragons, battles to fight, or wars to win.Continue reading "The Hero Who Wants Something"