February is the month of valentines and love is in the air, or so “they” say. I don’t know who “they” are but “they” are obviously not involved with a cowboy. The activity that is brewing in the air around our home is prepping for calving season and complaining about the lack of snow. Both are topics that don’t bring strong loving feelings from me. The air in our home is quite mundane this time of year. Now, I’m not saying my cowboy doesn’t invoke loving feelings. He is a kind soul with a lot of love in his heart. Unfortunately, that loving heart has a tendency to express itself rather silently. One will rarely (never) hear a cowboy profess his love in the middle of a crowd. A cowboy would turn his head away from the roving camera trying to capture a kiss at a ball game, if he ever went to a ball game. You are very unlikely to experience a “dance in the rain” with a cowboy because they aren’t openly fond of getting wet. Valiant displays of affection are not the strong suit for most cowboys. The subtle gesture is more the “mood of operation” in their realm.
In the late 1800s, when Red Mountain Town and Red Mountain City fought for supremacy in the mining district just south of Ouray, Bart Young made a name for himself