hello, dean

Cowboys are witches and horses are their familiars

guns are their wands and they only know one spell (bullet)

Rootin’, tootin’, toil n’ shootin’

Fire burn and cowboy bootin’

Eye of newt and spicy beans,

Toe of frog and denim jeans,

Whiskey, grits, n’ demon spittle

tossed into my iron griddle

With the tannin’ of our hides,

Somethin’ wicked this way rides

This caught in my brain a bit. Such a great concept. Who says witches have to be all about cottages, plants and potions?