never trust anyone with a tan above the wrists or below the neck.

its the look of sunlight on silver..the smell of frost in the air..the sound of a tired horse blowin..that keeps him riddin out there. its horses jingled by starlight..a herd held up for the cut..the pride of a young cowboy ridin..and the warmth of the sun commin up..

the outside of a horse is good for the inside of a man