You’re never quite as alone as you think you are - and when it comes to being a person of color in the western industries, you’d be forgiven for thinking that all the time. I didn’t know Black cowboys - an idea that seems so obvious to me now - existed until I was EIGHTEEN years old. But the family is all here. Black cowboys. Indigenous cowboys. Latino cowboys. Asian cowboys. Their work. Their legacy. I’ve been privileged to read so many wonderful stories in the last few days, whole lives shared in the space available in a comment section. People of every kind, every color, and every corner of the Western world, sharing a piece of themselves. So many voices that I quite literally *can’t* hear the haters - and who wants to, anyways? Those who fight against the waves of progress will see their footprints washed away with time. I’m reminded that my story is not unique, in the most reassuring way. I’m not blazing a new path, I’m just clearing one laid down for me by generations, and taking you with me. Or maybe you’re taking me. Either way, we’re walking. Yeehaw, cowboy 🤠 #blackcowboys #westernstyle #westernlifestyle #cowboy #cowboysofcolor #cowgirls #rodeo