Buffalo Music Quotes

“The sounds of the canyon are different now. Settlers have crowded in. Fences and longhorns dot the land as far as the eye can see. Nowadays, I wake to the rumble of engines, do chores to the whoop and holler of a hundred cowhands, and go to sleep to the blast of the train whistles.
But some days when I ride north beyond the last stand of salt cedar, I can once again hear the faint chords of the old songs.
I hear the clatter of clashing horns. I hear the bellowing of the bulls. I hear the muffled thud of hooves as they hurl up dust. And I live on the keen edge of hope that one day the strains of that sweet, wild music will echo far beyond these canyon walls.”
― Tracey E. Fern, Buffalo Music

“Maybe he was right--the wild herds likely were long gone, disappeared like dew before the sun. But I knew there was another way to end the silence in the canyon: start a herd of my own.”
― Tracey E. Fern, Buffalo Music

“But Charlie knew better than to waste his breath arguing with me. When I got a notion, a wise man knew to let me have my way. And I'd got a notion that I was going to hear buffalo music again in this lifetime.”
― Tracey E. Fern, Buffalo Music

“Charlie just shook his head at me, like I didn't have enough brains to grease a skillet.”
― Tracey E. Fern, Buffalo Music

“I know some people think I'm tough as old beef jerky, but truth is, I'd seen too many living things disappear in the hard struggle for life here. I wasn't about to let the buffalo go, too.”
― Tracey E. Fern, Buffalo Music

“Buffalo are homely, feisty critters with a stubborn streak wider than the Rio Grande. My husband, Charlie, says they remind me of my own self and that's why I have such a fondness for them. 'Course, I can't argue with him, for fear of proving him right.
But no matter the why or wherefore, that buffalo music played right to my heart.”
― Tracey E. Fern, Buffalo Music