Hello, thank you for joining me today for Give Him 15.

The title of today's post is The Mavericks are coming.

Today I want to share portions of a dream about mavericks.

It was given to my friend Clay Nash.

A maverick is an unbranded calf, cow, or steer, a lone dissenter, such as an intellectual,

an artist or politician who takes an independent stand apart from their peers, a person pursuing rebellious, even potentially disruptive,

policies, or ideas. And here's the dream. The dream began, Clay says, with you Dutch,

creating a thread on signal titled Gathering the Mavericks.

You requested those on the thread to meet you in Oregon City, Oregon, the end of the Oregon Trail.

Upon arrival, you informed us we were there to help gather and drive Maverick steers back to Independence,

Missouri, the beginning of the Oregon Trail. You instructed us that the Mavericks must be brought

to independence in order to achieve independence.

You stated that as we found the watering holes where they were gathered,

you would assign individuals to stay there.

They would keep the other mavericks in the future from muddying up the water holes.

You informed those who joined you in Oregon City. from muddying up the water holes.

You informed those who joined you in Oregon City that they were assigned certain horses on which to make the journey.

The horse you assigned me, that is clay, was one I had actually owned, he says, a full Appaloosa named Judge.

He had my king brand saddle on him, which he still says he still has.

Dutch, you were to ride the prettiest buckskin I ever remember seeing.

When I remarked on the strength and beauty in this horse,

you informed us that it was a descendant of John Wayne's favorite horse, sent, and its name was messenger. I asked you where the mavericks were, and your answer was, we must find them, find them along the way.

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