Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
In the heart of dusk, where legends play,
A bull named El Diablo ruled the day.
With horns like thunder, and muscles like stone,
He challenged cowboys, their courage outshone.
Round the crackling fire, the tales would flow,
Of riders pitched high, caught in his show.
Spinning like tumbleweeds, laughter would crash,
As visions of mayhem filled the night’s flash.
With every wild ride, the stakes felt so real,
Cowboys armed with bravado and iron-clad steel.
Yet that roguish bull, with a wink of his eye,
Would toss them like feathers, beneath the wide sky.
So gather ‘round, friends, let your spirits be light,
For El Diablo brings joy with every fierce fight.
In the glow of the embers, we toast to the night,
To mischief and legends that keep our hearts bright.
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