if i fcked with the line breaks this’d be a poem

There used to be more cowboys but they fell. In a hole. There’s a fence up now, but there’s a gap in it, and if you know where it is you can go look into the hole, crawling on yer belly like a sidewinder and in the distant dimness you can see flashes of hat. Hear a faint jingle of spur.

One time a lasso come up but it went back down and that was it.