Under the Branding Smoke: Brotherhood and Bonding Through Shared Trials

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

Under the branding smoke, we stand,

With leathered hands, and dreams so grand.

The fire crackles, tales ignite,

As wranglers bond beneath the night.

When dawn breaks wide, in amber hues,

Our horses stamp, like restless crews.

Through rugged trails and bitter cold,

We share the weight, our strengths unfold.

In cattle pens where spirits strain,

We face the storms, embrace the pain.

With every brand and scar we earn,

Its brotherhood that helps us learn.

So lift your gaze to skies so clear,

For through the trials, we draw near.

With laughter shared and burdens halved,

We ride as one–forever clad.