From Nashville Tennessee

(This story has traveled through generations. Each time being modified ever so slightly. No one truly knows the details about the lone ranger, the cowboy, from Nashville Tennessee who inspired so many folks in towns and big and small.)

From Nashville, Tennessee lived a cowboy like many, was inspired, by talkies on T.V. he asked his parents one Sunday evening: “do you think that could be me?”

They laughed thinking their son to be foolish but did not want to damage his self-esteem so they replied, “Of course you can be any-” and before they could finish he shouted —

A Cowboy!

After that night our deal ole boy would begin skipping school actin’ a fool wildly shootin’ with his fingers anything in his way but knew that to become a real cowboy he would need a horse and gun

So he stole his neighbor’s.

That’s right and his folks weren’t too happy as expected — in fact, they grounded him until he turned eighteen leaving him lonely unable to socialize and learn life lessons

About six years later before he turned eighteen both passed away suddenly due to heart failure in their sleep, as you would expect — this devastated our aspiring cowboy’s heart that could not be fixed with ailments

He mourned for a long time but never blamed upon himself as “that is not what a Cowboy does”

His name, which I forgot to tell ya was Adam.

Adam did not like nicknames nor did he find them fancy he simply wanted to strike fear into his enemy's with his God-given name

Even though Adam was a cowboy every Sunday he would pray to God and his parents above hoping they’d send their love

This inspired him to seek justice collect bounties and become the lone cowboy of Nashville, Tennessee.

This piece was inspired by those storytellers, possibly someone you know, whose story in itself is a journey. Sometimes these stories are long-winded and seem like they are never-ending. But eventually, they get to their point. I was trying to write that to the best of my ability.