Boyd Ranch, LLC

03/16/2026

03/15/2026

The Cowboy in the Continental Suit- Marty Robbins
Art by Bruce Greene

Well, he walks out in the arena
All dressed up to the brim
Said he'd just came down from a place
Called "Highland Rim"
Well, he said he came to ride the horse
The one they call "The Brute"
But he didn't look like a cowboy
In his Continental Suit
We snickered at the way he dressed
But he never said a word
He walks on by the rest of us
As if he hadn't heard
A thousand bucks went to the man
Who could ride this wild cayuse
A meaner horse was never born
Than the one they called "The Brute"
The horse that he was looking for
Was in chute number eight
He walked up very slowly
Put his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a thoroughbred
When he pulled his sack of "Dukes"
From the inside pocket
Of his Continental Suit
Well, he rolled hisself a quirly
And he lit it standing there
Blew himself a smoke ring
And he watched it disappear
We thought he must be crazy
When he opened up the gate
Standing just inside was
Fifeteen hundred pounds of hate
The Buckskin tried to run him down
But the stranger was too quick
He stepped aside and threw his arms
Around the horse's neck
And pulled himself up on the back
Of the horse they called "The Brute"
Sit like he was born there
In his Continental Suit
"The Brute's" hind-end was in the air
His front end on the ground
Kickin' and a-squealin', tryin' to
Shake this stranger down
But the stranger didn't give an inch
He came to ride "The Brute"
And he came to ride the Buckskin
In a Continental Suit
Well, I turned around to look at Jim
And he was watchin' me
He said, "I don't believe
The crazy things I think I see
But I think I see the outlaw
The one they call "The Brute"
Ridden by a cowboy
In a Continental Suit"
"The Brute" came to a stand-still
Ashamed that he'd been rode
By a city cowboy in
Some Continental clothes
The stranger took his money
And we don't know where he went
We don't know where he came from
And we haven't seen him since
The moral of this story:
Never judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged clothes
Could be a millionaire
Everybody listen
Don't be fooled by this galoot
This sure-'nough bronc buster
In a Continental Suit

03/11/2026

Another poem by cowboy poet Leon Autrey, who used to own our ranch. This was written in the 80's or 90"s and sadly still rings true....

High Trails
Up on the high trails of a mesa
There's a gap in these beautiful hills.
Where there's trails of wild life and cattle,
and the sound of colts playful squeals.

I've road these hills with my children,
I've road 'em with my Dad.
Now I ride these hills with my grandchildren,
And it makes me feel mighty glad.

But what's ahead in their future?
And where will they be?
When an if the uneducated but formal schooled,
should win, and make this land cattle free.

They've got the money to lobby,
and buy political clout.
I know they're intelligent people,
But ignorant of what ranch life is about.

I know I'm just a cowboy,
I have no "P.H.D.".
But I have served my country with honor,
To keep it free for you and me.

I do feel like I'm an educated man,
although I've spent little time in school.
I've spent my life on the land,
That's what I was born an bred to do.

And to you that are trying to take us out,
maybe our worst mistake......
WAS FEEDING YOU!!!!

03/09/2026

21 years ago today since Chris passed.
“I reckon it's just bad fate I was born a hundred years too late, and they say, boy if you wanna survive you'd better change... but as long as sagebrush grows and that old Powder River flows I'll be a cowboy 'till my dying day.” -Chris LeDoux

03/09/2026

Roger Brunk

03/03/2026

Rounders!

03/02/2026

Label it and let the consumer decide!

‘The Big Weekend Show’ co-host Tomi Lahren lays out the ways the Trump administration can ‘save the American cattleman’ on ‘The Bottom Line.’ ...

02/27/2026

She's still my dirt-loving, cattle-wrangling woman! And something about dogs and horses should've been said! -old Carhartt ad