The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In dusty town where shadows blend,
Two cowboys square off, a journey’s end.
With eyes like steel and wits as keen,
They challenge fate with words unseen.
The first one grins, his tongue like fire,
“I’ll draw my line, you’ll soon retire!”
A crack of laughter, the crowd holds tight,
With quips as quick as the stars ignite.
The second smirks, a glint of pride,
“Check your holster, I’m carrying a tide.”
Their banter dances in the dry, warm night,
As lines shoot forth, marking the fight.
With every jest, both cowboys rise,
As laughter echoes neath endless skies.
In this duel where joy makes the score,
They find true legends are forged in lore.
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