Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
In dusty trails where laughter roams,
A cast of characters finds their homes.
With Jeb the jester and his trusty mule,
They dance in sunbeams, a whimsical duel.
Old Sally sings while mending a seam,
Her voice a melody, a riders dream.
With biscuits baked and stories spun,
Her hearth the heart where friendships run.
Rugged cowpoke, tall and grand,
Swaps tall tales with a wave of his hand.
He spins yarns of coyotes that stole his beans,
While the chuckle of cattle forms raucous scenes.
As evening falls and shadows creep,
The campfire flickers, a vigil to keep.
In that warm embrace, their spirits soar,
A tapestry woven, forevermore.
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