Chivalry is not dead its a handsome cowboy

If you get thrown from a horse, you have to get up and get back on, unless you landed on a cactus; then you have to roll around and scream in pain.

I think my pivotal moment of embracing country or at least cowboys was a few years ago. I had the job in the sandhill area of Nebraska, Valentine Nebraska. Having been born on Valentine's Day it is only fitting that I actually at some point in my life live in a town called Valentine right? 

So one very early morning after doing some songbird surveys I walked back to my truck to see the ranchers out checking their cattle. I waved they waved back it was all good. I got in the truck and started to drive away...when all of a sudden in my rear view mirror I saw this rather handsome cowboy on his horse literally chasing me down...on his horse like in the wild west movies. At first I didn't realize he was actually chasing me and not some wayward cow. When I did realize I stopped I mean if a cute man on a horse is chasing you down why wouldn't you stop? Apparently I was being chased because I had a flat tire (no judging). Now I know some of you are judging but the thing is in the sandhills everything is sand and if you on a sand road or two track in a farmers field you are literally driving in sand and at 4:30 am when I was driving to get to the ranch I guess I didn't notice the flat tire because I most likely was not 100% awake and I was used to driving through a couple inches of sand.  

When I realized I had a flat tire I was not exactly a happy camper. Cell service was non-existant to horrible and literally fixing a large truck flat tire in the middle of nowhere is not my idea of a good time. This  Ladies is when I learned chivalry is not dead. Nope it is alive and well, it rides a horse and looks pretty dam good in a stetson. That rather handsome cowboy who was chasing me down? Well he changed my flat tire for me. All while his horse looked on and all he wanted was a thank you in return and Yes it was wonderful. Sometimes when I think chivalry is dead I pull that memory from the attic (brain) and it makes me laugh. Its not everyone who has that memory. So the next time I see some handsome cowboy chasing me down on a horse I will not even think twice before stopping. I will not assume he is chasing a wayward cow. I will assume he is chasing me but hopefully not because of a flat tire. By the way he better be wearing a steston...haha