Riding the Range

The cowboy sat a top his horse, surveying the vast expanse of the Western hill country before him. The sun beat down relentlessly, casting long shadows across the rugged terrain. The air was thick with the scent of sagebrush and the distant sound of cattle lowing could be heard in the distance. As the cowboy gazed out over the rolling hills, his mind wandered back to the days of his youth, when he first set out on his own as a cowhand. He remembered the long days spent riding the range, working the cattle, and fending off threats from predators and rustlers alike. But despite the hardships, there was something deeply satisfying about life on the frontier. The freedom, the sense of purpos...View all