The Quiet Before the Stampede: Moments of Reflection Before Chaos Strikes

In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.

In twilights hush, the prairie sighs,

With shadows stretching neath cobalt skies.

The cattle graze, their calm a guise,

While cowboys gather, lost in their ties.

A distant rumble, the earths heartbeat,

Signals a storm where courage meets.

They glance at one another, fates own fleet,

As dust devils dance on the sun-baked street.

The echoing whistle of the wild train,

Carries whispers of history, joy, and pain.

Memories linger like a ghostly chain,

In moments like this, calm binds the reign.

But as the sun warms the horizons crest,

And hooves start pounding, they prepare for the test.

With grit in their hearts, they™ll face the unrest,

For the quiet will pass, and chaos is best.