May 2014- Thanks to Hollywood, I grew up in a world filled with cowboys. They had great names like Chance and Colorado and Paladin. And these cowboys always had a special horse, one that stuck with them through thick and thin, often saving the cowboy’s life while he was chasing rustlers.
At night these cowboys would gather round and talk wistfully about the horses they once rode, and the gals they once knew, remembering them all with unwavering affection. These conversations would sometimes go long into the evening, with the cowboys huddled close together around the fire with their backs to the wind—a risky behavior for men who ate mostly beans.
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