Up before sunrise. To bed at sundown, unless you draw nighthawk. Either dirty, dry and hot..........or muddy, drenched and bone chilled. Hard ground to sleep on. No pillow except for your saddle. No blanket larger than your saddle blanket. Hours, days, months on the trail. Find, tie, brand, doctor one of the stupiedest creatures on earth, just to move them hundreds of miles to help relieve the hunger of others. Pull into town. Either mill them to keep them together, or run them in the stock yard until shipment. Draw your pay. Get cleaned up, buy new duds for photograph. Gorge on oysters, eggs, fruit....anything but beef and beans. Dance a jig with a pretty gal. Sip a cool beer, or shot of whisky. Try your hand ad a game of chance. Howl at the moon.
When you're broke, sign up to do it all over again.
Years later, Real life is transformed to Reel life for folks who idolize how they think you lived. I am gratful to the punchers, wranglers, hearders, and sodbusters who lived it, and inspired others to writh the fantasies I enjoy on the silve screen.
Good or bad, thanks fer the memories Pards.