Nothing better than a sunset stroll on your trusty steed. The lonesome call of the desert appeals to your need for solitude. The expanse of the horizon both titillates and terrifies you. Always wary of the side-eyeing cacti, your six shooter is close at hand. The lizards as well. Those squiggly little beasts have been following you for hours. The desert is full danger only a real cowboy can handle. Sun baked and probably dehydrated, you realize you are most likely, maybe slightly delirious and you should somehow, someway, reach out to a friend...
Howdy pardner!
Just hope we can find a post office around here.
