Script:
Royalty of the West, the West's best. Every year I walk into this arena and the excitement and what it brings to you, it gives you chills. Woo! 7.3! Kings of the sport. Keep going Zeke, get things rolling. Oh, that's a wild jump! Kings of the largest outdoor rodeo in the world. This is what it's all about. Oh, this looks good. Looking to reclaim their crown. Others looking to grab their own. I mean, he is absolutely owning this one. Wins the Lockhart two-time Calgary Stampede champion. And of course, the Queens. Brittany is such a winner. Ready to reascend to their throne. Really good for Gianni Schuster. They salute you. We salute them. Day two of the greatest outdoor show on Earth's rodeo. The Calgary Stampede. Next!
Script:
When he enters a rodeo, the horses get nervous. The Wild West was tamed just by his mustache. The rodeo clowns watch him for entertainment. The dust settles before he does. He is the most interesting man in rodeo. He is Orin Larson, one of the many characters. At the world's largest outdoor rodeo.
Tags:
STORYMORE
RADIO DRAMA
STREAMING RADIO DRAMA
OLD WEST
TEXAS
COWBOY
LAW & ORDER
SHERIFF
DEPUTY
NACOGDOCHES
INTERNET VIDEO
BELIEVABLE/CONVERSATIONAL
GENUINE/ARTICULATE
CHARISMATIC/CONFIDENT
CHARACTER
STORYTELLER
Podcast
Entertainment
Male
Adult
Script:
Mr. Rock, Mr. Bowie, much obliged for the respect, sir, truly, but it's just Jim to my friends. We are strangers, Mr. Bowie. Well, that's a fact I'm hoping to change, sir. You see, I rolled out here to offer you a job. You see, I'd like you to serve as my deputy, sir. I think what you're offering is a calling, son, not a job. A job is where what you get paid is worth what you're doing. Well, sir, there'd be pay. You see, we could pay you about $8 a week to... You can't pay somebody enough to be a deputy, son. Same as you can't pay a soldier enough to fight for his flag. I'm not going to be a soldier. I'm going to be a deputy. I'm going to be a deputy. I'm going to be a deputy. I'm going to be a deputy. I'm going to be a deputy. I'm going to be a deputy. Sure, you can pay him to put on a uniform and carry arms. That's about all you can buy, though. Can't pay a man enough to truly believe in what you believe. Huh. Well, sir, what do you believe in? I believe in coffee, son. This coffee right here. This pot of hog-rut chili. This log I'm sitting against. The fact that I'm free to cook this coffee and chili on a fire I made. The fact that I've got a gun on the saddle and right here in my old holster and can use it whenever I get good and ready to fend off evil, son. I believe in order and law. I believe there are evil folks in the world. And good men can help hold them accountable to laws that we can all agree to. For all good, decent, God-fearing people and even folks that try to be good, if nothing else, I believe in freedom. Wow. Sure sounds like you're the right man for the job, sir. You don't listen, do you, son? You can't pay me enough to believe in those kind of things. Either I do or I don't. And you do. Yes. Yes, I do. Well, will you accept my offer, sir? Well, nine dollars a week will make sure I don't start doubting. You drive a damn hard bargain, Mr. Rock, but I think we can swing it. Stop it, Mr. Jim. Just call me Rock. Rock. All right. I like it. Well, Rock, it seems like there's a storm on the horizon. You ready?
Tags:
Classic Poem
Robert Frost
Dark
Deep
Mysterious
Winter
Night
Snowy
Adult
Classic Poetry
Ominous
Christmas classic
Script:
Who's woods these are, I think I know. His house is in the village, though. He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it clear To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake. The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sounds the sweep of easy wind And downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep.