Ezekiel Brand
Cowboy of the Quiet Verse, Guardian of Starlit Words
I write what the West don’t say out loud.
Call me Zeke — cowboy, ranch hand, quiet man of the plains. I know the dust and the distance, the weight of the sun and the silence of the sky. But when the fire fades and the stars burn cold, I open my notebook. That’s where I keep the West they don’t sing about — the ache in the mesquite, the truth in a coyote’s cry, the softness in the eyes of my mare, Rosie.
What I'm Into: sunset curves of mesquite, wind through grama grass, Rosie's steady gaze, pencil scars on paper, coyote hymns at dusk
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