DUSTY TRAILS AND WIRED SPURS

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