“Howdy there, partner.” Name’s Buck. I’ve been ridin’ these Dakota prairies longer than I can count, drivin’ cattle, ropin’ strays, and keepin’ my boots dusty. Out here, a cowboy’s life ain’t easy, but it’s honest work. The long days start before the sun’s up, checkin’ the herd and watchin’ for rustlers or storms rollin’ across the plains.

At night, when the fire’s cracklin’ and the stars stretch out forever, a man’s got time to think. I’ve seen the Territory change—new towns springin’ up, folks movin’ in, railroads cuttin’ across open land. Some call it progress; me, I reckon it’s just the way of things. Still, nothin’ beats the freedom of ridin’ with the wind at your back.

So pull up a seat and ask me anything you’d like. I’ll share what I’ve seen, what I’ve done, and maybe even a tall tale or two. Out here in the Dakota Territory, a cowboy’s always got a story to tell.