Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
In the deserts hush, where secrets breathe,
The dust begins to dance with ease.
It swirls around like whispers fine,
Telling tales lost in times decline.
Beneath the sun, the shadows twist,
Crafting tricks that few can resist.
A cowboy rides, feeling quite bold,
Yet steps into a riddle untold.
The coyotes laugh as dusk descends,
For dust and shade are playful friends.
With each bold step, the cowboy sways,
Misled by shadows in their games.
As stars ignite the midnight air,
The whispering dust, a gentle prayer.
With laughter lost on winds that fade,
The cowboy rides where dreams are made.
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