A friend of mine sent me this via email, enjoy....
Three strangers awaiting their flights strike up a conversation in the
airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana. One is an
American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on
his way to Billings for a livestock show. And the third
is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State
University from the Middle East who is headed to a training
conference in Detroit.
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two
Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim who
supports Osama Bin Laden's Jihad, so 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 in a drawl,
"That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet. But I do
believe it's a-comin'."
