We started in the mountains. Through the rivers. Into the long tall prairie grasses. We took those lost years. When we lost our way. We took our memories. Some things we’d rather forget. But we took it all. We learned our craft. Through the noise. Through the smoke. Through the heartache. The empty rooms. The cold nights. This is everything. This is Cowpuncher.

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