His worn jeans, marked by the signs of numerous wild escapades, were frayed at the cuffs. A toy holster clasped around his waist, securing his faithful plastic revolver, ever prepared for imagined showdowns.
a grin as wide as the open range itself, he swaggered out into the yard, his imagination ablaze with visions of cattle drives and daring rescues. For in his heart, he was not just a little boy; he was a cowboy, ready to tame the wildest of frontiers and ride off into the sunset, a hero of the Old West.
