DUSTY TRAILS AND WIRED SPURS

This here's a tale spun from moonlight and saddle sores. A yarn 'bout a wrangler named Jeb, with a read more heart as big as the Texan plains and determination that could rival a cactus. He roamed these trails on his trusty steed, a sorrel mare named Roxy, always with a twinkle in his eye and a song on his lips. They say the desert whispers secret