I’ve never written a Western themed story, perhaps I should, it’s such an evocative setting. Maybe it could take place in the wilds of a dusty frontier, populated by outlaws. Or involve a wild filly being skilfully snared by a lasso and taken to the musty old barn to her dress lifted.

Or perhaps something more elegant, as she’s pulled over his knee even on the veranda of a vast ranch estate, as the cicada chorus chirps, and the big pink sun sinks into the wide western horizon…