How well I remember the wild, wild west. That adventurous place back in time where we roped and blogged our way into the new frontier of real estate. We saddled up and settled in and found our storytelling voice. Meanwhile, others held back and circled around the campfire, perfectly content to listen awhile as we spun a few yarns under the first light of the bright western stars.
There were outlaws, gangs and gunslingers, and even a few legendary battles. Gaming, round-ups and rustlers and a few hangings to boot. Late nights in the saloon were good for drunk blogging, some spirited wrangling and if you were lucky, a new sweetheart on your arm. But more important, we had true pioneers who laid claim to the new gold of our industry. Cowboys and cowgirls with the spirit of tomorrow fearlessly plowing a new crop of writers with their inspiring guidance and expert roping skills.
Yep, those were the days. And now I wonder… where have all the cowboys gone?
It isn’t as though I awoke one morning on this hot, dry plain to find the sun hadn’t risen in it’s assigned position. Or that in the few short years since we’ve settled these hills, there haven’t been new and fresh voices. There are plenty. But the echoes in the canyons don’t reverberate with the same soul anymore. The reins have been pulled in, the stories have all been told, and things have become awfully tame on this big old dude ranch of ours.
With the rustling wind at my back, I ride into the open range and hope the old cowboys who’ve ridden off into the sunset have found their blue skies and green pastures. Their just reward for all they have given of themselves and all that we have gained from their tenure. They are missed and they are Wanted, Dead or Alive.