America loves a cowboy
America loves a cowboy.
Heck I’m obsessed too!
But this may be our fatal flaw.
We are always looking for the Lone Ranger
When what we really need is a good posse.
Or maybe, just maybe,
We need to spend more time in the saloon
Singing ancient ballads
And discussing the merits of our brand
Or how to choose a remuda.
Is the best cowboy the one who points the herd
Or those who flank the herd to keep it together
Or the drag riders who help the stragglers forward?
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Love this!
Read my soul why don’t you. Excellent social analysis with the wording of an angel’s touch, and something I’ve thought about in just the same way. Makes me also think of my grandfather, who self-emancipated around 6, rode the Mexico-Kansas path with his chosen family of cowboys for years, and ended up with disownment of his own son, whose daughter disowned him too, and no one except me in the family dares speak of any of this pattern of estrangement. Thanks for such a cogent complete analysis in such a palatable way. Real skill to that.