Why do we love cowboys? It's a hard, lonely life for most of them. The real cowboy works long hours, sometimes through grueling weather, are often covered in either dust or mud, and not all as romantic as we make them out to be; yet there is something about them that appeals. I've often wondered about my love of them. After all, I grew up in a large metropolitan area in the east, far removed from any cowboys. I know my dad loved westerns. He had the entire Zane Grey series and I read every one of them. There were western movies and western TV shows galore during my childhood, is that it? I don't know but the other day I came across a new blog http://abigailarmani.blogspot.com/ by an author who also likes cowboys and loved her take on why they tug at our heartstrings.
This may be why too. What do you think?