DUSTY TRAILS AND SPARKLING SPURS

This here's a tale spun from moonlight and saddle sores. A narrative 'bout a buckaroo named Jeb, with a heart as big as the Texan plains and determination that could rival a thorny bush. He roamed these trails on his trusty steed, a black mare named Lass, always with a twinkle in his eye and a song on his lips. They say the desert whispers secrets