Blood and Dust: The Price of Loyalty to the Land

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

In the valley where the wild wind sweeps,

The cowboy rides, his promise keeps.

Beneath the sky, both vast and wide,

He’s bound to land where secrets bide.

With dust in boots and blood on hands,

He toils beneath the suns harsh bands.

Each sunburned hill, every cracked plain,

Tells stories laced with hope and pain.

Through storms that howl and skies that blaze,

He’ll guard the heart of his ancient ways.

For loyalty is forged in grit,

As he defends the place he’s writ.

Now as the twilight whispers low,

And shadows stretch with evenings glow,

He knows the price of land’s embrace,

Is blood and dust, a steadfast grace.