Cold Nights, Hot Brands: The Tenacity of a Life Forged in the Wild

The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.

Beneath the vast and starry dome,

The chill of night calls cowboys home.

With crackling fire and shadows long,

They share old tales, where legends throng.

The brandy smoke rises, fierce and bright,

A dance of embers against the night.

Each fiery mark, a story spun,

Of cattle drives and battles won.

Through cactus field and rugged rock,

With grit and steel, they stand the clock.

The winds may howl, the storms may bind,

But wild hearts race, and dreams unwind.

As dawn awakens with gentle light,

They ride anew, fierce spirits in sight.

Cold nights pause, yet the spirit stays,

Hot brands forge strength in countless ways.