Growing Up Loving Cowboys When I met my first real cowboy at age five, I was thrilled. No star has ever gotten more adoration than I gave that random rancher on a trip to Arizona. He tied my shoe. My stick horse was ridden long enough that the stick got dangerously pointy and Mother sent Old Paint to stick horse paradise lest I become an impaled rider. We aren’t sure how many more stick-horses I wore out. Cowboys made celebrity animals out... Read more














