**The Epic Battle of Cactus Jack**Laugh along as a cowboy recounts his exaggerated and prickly duel with a colossal cactus.

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

In a sun-baked land where shadows dance,

There stood Cactus Jack, in prickly stance.

With arms stretched wide, and thorns to spare,

I grinned and spurred my trusty mare.

We met at noon, neath blazing sun,

This battle, folks, would be quite the fun.

With lasso twirled, I took my aim,

But Jack held strong, the spiky game.

Draw, you giant! I hollered loud,

The dust rose high, a whooping crowd.

Each jab and poke, my skin did prickle,

Yet laughter rang, the duel was fickle.

As twilight fell, we called it a draw,

A cowboys pride, and oh, what a flaw!

For legends grew, of Jacks fierce might,

In the Old West tales, hed spark delight.