There is something to be said for prowling with the cattle in and around small town America. Sure, the coyotes might be howling, the cowboys might be browned like fairies from hanging around the prairies, and the mesas might look like bubble wrap, but the countryside still has its own call.
Some small towns thankfully find prosperity, whilst others seem to just endure. Hopefully when the night winds start to blow, the sound of the the lonely cattle call will still float in from across the prairie.
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