Roaming the Untamed Frontier
Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.
In a weathered saloon where laughter roams,
Card slingers gather, far from their homes.
With fingers quick and eyes like hawks,
They deal their dreams in sly, whispered talks.
The smoky air thickens with playful scheming,
As cowboys boast of their hands while dreaming.
A full house here, a straight flush there,
With each clever jest, they banter and flare.
Old Jed lies grinning, his poker face rare,
As Sally, the queen, plays without a care.
They wager their pride, their boots, and their hats,
In this high-stakes game where wit meets spats.
When the last card falls, the crowd holds its breath,
Cheers erupt, punctuated by jest and death.
For in these quick games, beneath the dim light,
The bonds of the cowboys grow strong through the night.
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