Tag: Cowboy

He joked earlier that evening that he wanted a picture with the Cowgirl.
At the time, she just laughed, thinking he meant the big mural behind them—the one with the wide-brimmed hat and the storybook smile. But when the nice lady offered to take their photo, and he slid his arm around her waist with that slow, sure cowboy confidence… she realized something.

He wasn’t talking about the painting at all.
He meant her.

They stood close in the warm glow of the dim restaurant lights, the air heavy with the scent of wood, leather, and something soft she could never quite name. She could feel his heartbeat through that weathered jacket of his—steady, strong, familiar. The kind of rhythm a cowgirl could fall asleep to under a star-filled sky.

Her coat, bright with desert patterns and wild colors, brushed against his as she leaned into him. He always said she reminded him of the West—bold, warm, impossible to ignore. And tonight, with her hair falling just right, her scarf tied neat, and her smile soft enough to tame a bucking horse, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

The lady behind the camera laughed, telling them to scoot closer.
But truth be told, they couldn’t get any closer if they tried.

She nudged him with her shoulder.
“So… when you said you wanted a picture with the Cowgirl,” she whispered, teasing, “which one were you talking about?”

He tipped his hat down slightly, lips curving into that grin she loved.
“This one right here,” he murmured, giving her waist a gentle squeeze.
“Always this one.”

The shutter clicked, catching the moment—the way he stood tall despite the challenges he carried, the way she leaned into him like she belonged there, the warmth that seemed to glow between them stronger than the lights around them.

It wasn’t just a picture.
It was proof.
Proof that sometimes the sweetest memories come from the most unexpected moments.
Proof that love doesn’t need a perfect backdrop—just two people choosing each other, again and again.

When they walked away, fingers intertwined, she glanced back at the mural. The painted cowgirl smiled down, frozen in time. But she couldn’t help grinning to herself.

Because out of all the cowgirls on the wall, in the world, or in his jokes…

She was the only one he wanted beside him.
And she wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Send your strength and prayers for this brave young ranch hand.
Lacey is the niece of one of my close friends, and her story deserves to be heard.

“Just after daybreak last Thursday, Lacey saddled her favorite mare, Willow, and rode out across the crisp Wyoming prairie to check yearlings along the north fenceline.
She’d done the job a hundred times—quiet, steady work she loved.

A neighbor had spotted a calf limping badly and asked for help doctoring it. Lacey’s partner roped the calf’s front end, and she followed behind, swinging her heel loop with the same calm, practiced rhythm she’d grown up with.

But in a single second, everything changed.
The calf kicked sideways in panic, tangling Willow’s legs and sending both horse and rider off balance. Willow fought to catch herself, but momentum took over. Lacey was thrown forward, and Willow toppled, sliding across the short grass.
Lacey took the full force of the fall, her head striking the ground before Willow could roll away.”

She was immediately airlifted to Billings, where she remains in the ICU with a severe traumatic brain injury and swelling around her brain stem.

Her family is staying by her side around the clock, praying for progress and holding tightly to hope.
Any support—prayers, shares, or kind thoughts—means the world to them right now, as they face long days of waiting and healing.