Arnaudville, Louisiana, rests off the beaten path in the heart of St. Landry Parish, right at the confluence of Bayous Fusilier and Teche.  All roads leading into Arnaudville follow one or the other of the gently winding bayous–very picturesque, very “Louisiana.”  I’ve only been to Arnaudville a couple of times, but each time I had the sense I was in a place where time has stood still for a generation of two.

Some low-life shot a man's horse in Arnaudville!

The sign photographed here reinforces that consciousness of place standing still.  A horse shooting?  That’s like the wild, wild west of Gunsmoke and Wagon Train!  Indeed, those western genres reinforced the honor code of the American cowboy, who considered a horse thief with the same disdain today that we might consider a pedophile (Pedophilia didn’t exist in the black and white moral code of the TV and movie western–horse thievin’ was about as lowlife as there was!).

And so there was a horse shootin’ recently in Arnaudville.  Incredible.  I can’t imagine finding a sign like this at the city outskirts of Spokane or San Antonio or Indianapolis–Only in a place like Arnaudville, a place delightfully preserved in time, an icon of small town Acadiana-on-the-bayou that we should cherish as long as we can.