The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In desert dusk, where shadows loom,
A figure rides through dust and gloom.
With thunders roar, he comes to be,
Lightning Jack, wild and free.
His steed, a phantom, swift and strong,
Together they right every wrong.
Through canyons deep, where echoes stay,
He stands for justice, come what may.
With lasso spun from starlit threads,
He tames the wild, where danger spreads.
His laughter rings like chimes in the night,
A beacon bold, a fearless knight.
When dawn breaks wide, and the sun takes flight,
He rides the trails with heart alight.
In every town, his legend spreads,
For Lightning Jack, where justice treads.
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