Stetson on my crown, pulled down just enough to keep that desert sun honest… Wrangler jeans ridin’ easy, broke-in just right… Lucchese boots planted firm like mesquite roots in dry earth… pearl snaps catchin’ that golden hour light.
Welcome to West Texas — El Paso, to be exact.
And friend, you can’t get much further west ‘less you plan on swimmin’ the Rio Grande.