September 18, 2019:

"Rustlers — He's about to get one!"

Chaps, six-gun, cowboy boots, Stetson,
barely controlling laughter as he reaches for the rifle slung above his stirrups,
while his bored-looking saddle horse wonders WTF.

Granted it's cornball.
But the sky is big, the earth is generous,
the hills ripple, the horizon is infinite.
There's a grand-ness, an enormity,
where the scale is so vast the world seems young,
as if it really could contain cowboys and six-guns and rustlers.