I love old westerns. Oddly enough, not for the horses, watching cowboys snatch their mounts in the mouth and dig their spurs into them is exceedingly painful. I love westerns for the romance of the open range, the cowgirls who defy the stereotypical lady of the 19th century. My first love and I used toContinue reading “WYOMING! AND….YELLOWSTONE!!!”
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