A Cowboy Loved

hooves echoing against the ground. His eyes met with a certain lass. Joyful at heart. His eyes tried her on, alone with limitless possibility. He thought of his coat. Warm, comforting. She fit him perfectly. Extending his brow Exchanging passing glance. There wasn't a register in sight Nor a cashier to exchange currency. She partook in his small town stare Granting a smile that made his horse stop dead in its tracks. Moments later He shot his horse Placing his hat on the coat rack in her eye