Brave

She was a really lost girl in a really harsh world. A world that wanted her to know who and what she was before she was even sixteen years old. He was in the same boat with her. A world where innocence is robbed and sanity mocked, lives taken and no remorse. And nobody is getting out alive. 

Didn't you say once that you'd be damned if you died without a story to tell? Well here's your story. 

You were born too wild and God forbid your children follow in your footsteps. You have a heart with too much love and a soul with too much wanderlust. You're a little bit gone astray in some ill-advised ways, but Jesus loves you and Jesus saves. You found healing in dark places for the wrongs that'd been done to you. You quietted your demons with louder demons and sometimes it worked. Most of the time not. But you're living. You fought until you were bloody fisted, with your eyes afire and you're going places. There was pain piled on heartaches, and more yet to come but you chose not to walk with fear on your cheeks. You found your passions young, that takes a lot, more than you'd think. And you let the wind carry you like gypsies do. Hold your shoulders square, you're a brave son of a bitch.

Xoxo, Gussie

To The Ones That Came Before Us

Here's to the ones who came before us.
The ones that taught our daddies to rope and ride the rough off rank ones.
Cowboys that saw the West in its raw.
Wearin six-guns in their belts.
Here's to the old boys ridin devious bastards tied hard and fast.
The ones who ran with "The Kid."
Here's to Tom and Bill and their canny knowledge of the horse.
The ones that took a rook under their wing and taught him the ways; the ones that took me in.
Here's to the ones who never thought they were as handy as they could be.
The ones who were always green in their own minds and wisdom hungry.
To the ones who never quit.
The ones that cried and bled and sweat.
Here's to the ones that held a baby's hand toddling to the corrals.
The ones who made careful that their honey's horse was broke.
The ones always lookin out for each other.
Here's to the legends that set the standard for the cowboy.
The legends with soft eyes and gentle spirits.
The ones who gave us a respectable reputation to uphold.
And last of all, here's to the horses.
The buckers, the gentle giants, the snaky souls and the ones who stole and hold our hearts. Here's to the ones who came before us.



Xoxo, Gussie