Under the Widowmaker Tree: Risk and Reward in the Cowboy Life

A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.

Beneath the boughs of the Widowmakers sway,

A cowboy ponders the price hell pay.

The shadows whisper of fortunes to find,

Yet danger lurks in the rustling pine.

With leathered hands, he grips his reins tight,

The sun scorched earth gives way to twilight.

His horse snorts low, sensing the air,

A dance of fate, woven with care.

In the distance, cattle roam wild and free,

But greed can lure like a sirens decree.

One reckless ride could bring fortunes grace,

Or the grim embrace of an untimely fate.

So he tips his hat to the setting sun,

For every risk taken, a story begun.

Under the Widowmaker, he makes his stand,

Embracing the wild, a true cowboys land.