This old cowboy has been running uphill packing baggage he should long ago have set down.
I sure wish life was more like the stock market... you know, that selling short setup... where you can somehow turn a profit by losing money?
Yeah, that would be fine, 'cause I have that doin' it wrong part nailed.
Circumstance having caught my foot and drug me all the way back to Missouri some 3 years back... I've worked at a dozen different trails to break out and go Home....each and every one a miserable bust.
Homesick for the west, the fresh obstacle of a 21st century plague has me aching for a culture lost to the people of this century.
Lost to them, but it still lives. It's kept alive by a hardy few who preserve that western character and its clear eye in secluded spots across the west. They live their lives as they see proper, Free on the Land.
I saddled this Bronc, and this Bronc I'll get rode. I vow.
