Out here in the Arizona desert there are no New York minutes for everyone is easy-going, laid back, enjoying the slow pace of life.
Its wholesome wildness of desert mountain ranges while riding through ravines, and canyons, loving the fantastic sights sparkling and glittering in the sun.
Enjoying these awesome sights of the old west, feeling a peaceful solitude filling our souls, while thinking that cowboys definitely had the best of lives.
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