Following the Heard

Nothing’s more amusing to an old cowgirl than a line dance, especially at an Elk’s Lodge at rodeo time. There I was, holding up the bar with the best of ’em, eyeing a roomful of cowpokes. Most were hell-bent on catching a girl long enough to grab a slow dance, milling around like a wild herd if I ever saw one. What I noticed then was how much the same all the men looked. Boots, jeans, a belt with a big buckle and a hat—usually black and checked at the door—which is apparently the un