thecowboy

.lazy breezes wander through the wildwood, dancing in scorch of sun and sagebrush..down low and high noon along the dusty trail..sweat under shade of stetson, spurs rattlin in stirrups as we pass the lonely ponderosa..rope wound on pinto, wet denim sits on saddle..warm into tangled thicket and thorn across the worn rawhide..colts in holster, rough and rocky to find the wanderin silver creek..shimmerin like the steel of a winchester in the moonlight..