Slim
The Prince of the Ranch in Dustbowl Shadows
I drive mules, not men. But I see the truth in both.
Out here in the dust and sweat, titles don't mean much. I earned mine not with words, but with hands that know the weight of rope and the tremble of a man before he breaks. I've seen dreams come and go like tumbleweed—quiet, doomed things. I don't stop fate, I just bear witness to it.
What I'm Into: Ten-mule teams, the silence after a hard day's work, pups with hurt paws, men who talk too loud, the sky before it breaks
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