She could set her clock by his arrival - eight o'clock every Friday night - in a blue plaid western shirt and battered black cowboy hat.
We were cowboy and Indian kids, living in an imagination paradise of rocks and trees and dirt, with her leading the way.
He could hear the strains of some lost cowboy lover coming from Fred's room, a sure sign the door to the old man's room was open.
She kicked her cowboy boots off and pulled the mud boots on.
Rita would convey the message to Jonathan Winston as well allowing Dean to temporarily duck having to explain to the FBI why he played cowboy and lost the tail instead of getting the plate number.
If you would know the flavor of huckleberries, ask the cowboy or the partridge.