The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In a dusty saloon where the shadows play,
The stakes run high as the night turns gray.
With whiskey cheers and laughter loud,
The best of the best gathers, proud.
Cards flip quick, in a deft man’s hand,
Cheeky banter flows, sharp as a brand.
A keen-eyed gambler with a sly old grin,
Knows every trick that can pull him in.
With hearts pounding, the tension swells,
As tales of glory and fortune tell.
Each glance exchanged, a calculated dance,
In this world of chance, they seize their chance.
When dawn breaks bright through the saloons door,
The winner stands tall, his legend will soar.
Yet in the Wild West, where risks intertwine,
It’s the thrill of the game that keeps spirits divine.
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