DUSTY TRAILS AND SPARKLING SPURS

This here's a tale spun from moonlight and saddle sores. A yarn 'bout a cowboy named Jeb, with a heart as big as the Texan plains and grit that could rival a cactus. He roamed these paths on his trusty steed, a black mare named Roxy, always with a twinkle in his eye and a song on his lips. They say the desert whispers secrets, ancient tales carrie