DUSTY TRAILS AND SPARKLING SPURS

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