*a cowboy looks out over the dakota plains, watching the sun slowly rise. his breath steams in the cold april morning.*
Pr'haps in another life, I would have been a horny man. Had I walked a different path. How different my time on this earth may have been.
*he takes a long drag off the cigarillo hanging from his lip*
But no. Better not to waste time on ungrateful wonderings. I shall live with my lot.
For this is the path I chose.