Some days the world is a disappointing, washed out place full of too much gray and too much untruth and too much neglect. And the Old West, like other places of our imagination, is just that, a myth that has been painted to look bright and real though it might be little different than here and now.
But now and again, we can close our eyes and listen for something that lets us, for a moment, saddle up and ride into the dream...
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