Myron looked over his shoulder at the connubial bed, then turned and looked out the window to the Sorrel stallion tethered to the hitching post. His old life lay out there under the sun in the wilds of the west and his new life lay over his shoulder in what would be the wilds between the sheets with his new bride. He thought hard about his options and pushed against the window, feeling it give way. Myron turned walked back to the bed, crawled under the sheets, and woke his bride. Myron mounted his bride, “Ride-em Cowboy,” she was heard to exclaim until the wee hours of the morn.