Well, technically a cowgirl. But really. I should have.
“Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loved you so true.”
I imagined myself on horseback at roundups and on cattle drives. Rodeos seemed romantic and a little dangerous, just like the men who rode the bucking broncos and bulls.
The most romantic place to live, of course, was a big cattle ranch. One with a bunkhouse full of cowboys and a foreman named Will or Sonny or Blackie.
I still like cowboy movies, old and new, and the reruns of favorite television westerns like Wagon Train, Gunsmoke and Have Gun, Will Travel.
So is it any wonder there’s a cowboy in the short romance I’m writing? If a girl is trying her hardest to stay out of love, who has a better chance of winning her over than a cowboy?
The first half is written and has been critiqued. Now I need to tell the rest of the story. I’m posting about it here to nudge the Muse (also known as Nagging Whisper) and get her attention (and mine) back to those sweet cowboy days.
Are you writing today? What are you working on?