Today I met Red Ambrose. An American cowboy. We talked the entire time to Denver. Wonderful stories of the west, hunting, herding wild horses, cattle drives. A man of the west who adventured from Wyoming to Arizona. And a character too. His loves are pretty women, wild horses, the sun setting over the Colorado Rocky Mountains.
An amazing larger than life story of a man who went and did when others maybe only thought of doing it.
I will not see Red again but his stories, wonderful laugh and life gave me this feeling for what is vanishing in the American west.
His lifestyle slowly goes away but he lives high up in the mountains. Hearing eagles scream. Feeling the cool, cool breezes from the back of an almost broke pony.