Have no say
in whether they want
to appear in Westerns.
Directors, actors, stuntmen
- and women - do.
It’s up to them. But horses -
Think flooded river crossings,
hauling laden wagons,
full tilt range riding
Up and down mountains
of shifting stones. Horses,
called to plough on
in all weathers,
accepting with alacrity,
sounds of shootouts,
roped into collapsing
under cowboy weight,
falling from great heights
into raging rivers,
onto dusty prairies,
or snowy plains.
Whipped by stage drivers,
urged into burning saloons,
crashing through windows.
But without horses: pals,
confidantes, muscled movers,
where would your Western be?
OK, there’d still be corrals, stampedes,
batwing-doored saloons, robbed banks,
six shooters, main street gunfights.
But somewhere, tension must gallop.
Horses, salute them.
Hi Ho Silver!
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