If you've read my previous post, you know I was a kid who dreamed of being a cowgirl.
(Thwarted dreams - how they shape us. Ha!) I can picture myself with six guns and hat, riding hellbent-for-leather over the western prairies - delivering the mail, pony express style - pigtails flying in the breeze. (For whatever reason I always picture myself with long pigtails flopping from under my hat. Hey, it's
my dream.)
And of course, if you stumble across a lost cowboy wandering about looking for a horse. Wouldn't it be handy if you had an extra?
Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, the epitome of happy trails to you. I loved watching the Saturday serials at the movies. Nobody rode a horse like Roy, he was the best.
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