Sidling up to a post that's reserved for horses, giving
them a break while their owners go inside for a bite to
eat.
Out on the frontier, roping cattle, herding them into
one place, a great life out on the range where nature
is bountiful and life is simple and laid-back.
Filled with an enthusiasm of living, reaching into
the atmosphere, breathing easy, campfire meals at
night out on the range, steak and beans usually, fill-
ing cowboys stomachs.
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