Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport lounge in Bandera, Texas awaiting their flights. One is an American Indian, passing thru from Lame Deer. Another is a cowboy on his way to Billings Mt for a rodeo. And the third is a fundamentalist Arab student from the Middle East, newly arrived at Univ Texas @ Austin.
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Sharia Law 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 as they wait on the plane
Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly speaks. “At one time my people were many, but 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 Texas Bull riding Rodeo 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” as he spits some Copenhagen tobacco juice on the Muslims sandal…