I was going to write something like this eventually, but now I might not because this sums it up so perfectly.
There is a strong longing deep inside a cowboy for how things used to be. The ways of that time seem so simple, not any bit of what they have been made into today. The country is nearly unrecognizable from what it was in that day, it has been filled with fences, telephone poles, wind turbines, oil rigs, paved roads… The list is endless. I look around and try to imagine a day before any of that was scattered across the country. The phrase “If only we were born 100 years ago” never fails to come to mind.
The people of that time were different, a cowboy’s name actually meant something to ’em. The legacy of cowboys is lived through those who have known nothing else. Few understand that a person who owns a horse, or looks the part cannot own the title of a cowboy. It’s a way of…
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