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A lone rider leans into the wind, his horse’s mane whipping like prairie grass. The land stretches vast behind them—untamed, endless. No words, just motion. Where they’re bound, only the dust knows.
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A cowboy leans low in the saddle, rope taut as his horse digs in. Dust swirls around them, the moment stretched thin between control and chaos. The horse’s muscles strain, eyes wild—caught in the raw tension of the throw.