Yeeha! I'm Galloping in the Hoof Prints of the Lone Ranger ; Fiona Barton Gets a Taste of True Grit (and Suffers a Nasty Case of Raw Hide) After Saddling Up for a Cowboy Adventure in Arizona

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WE ENTERED cowboy country around Casa Grande, where forked cacti pierce the leaden skies and dust devils spin across the Sonoran Desert. Just an hour earlier, we had left the ritzier version of the Wild West in Scottsdale, Arizona, where we posed beside cigar store Indians in our newly acquired hats, boots and rhinestone accessories.

Real cowboy country looked as if it was going to be grittier - True grittier in fact (thanks to the True family who run the White Stallion Ranch) - and my travelling companion and I adjusted the stampede straps on our Stetsons, just in case. Turning off the highway, we headed for the Tucson mountains, kicking up a dust trail as we drove up the rough track to the Wild Stallion Ranch, the smell of horse sweat and straw already in our nostrils.

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Yeeha! I'm Galloping in the Hoof Prints of the Lone Ranger ; Fiona Barton Gets a Taste of True Grit (and Suffers a Nasty Case of Raw Hide) After Saddling Up for a Cowboy Adventure in Arizona

This working dude ranch, run by three generations of the True family, sits in 3,000 acres of low scrub, rugged peaks, cacti and open skies. The longhorn cattle shuffle in each day for water and the 120 horses are turned out at dusk to kick up a haze of dust in the corral.

It was perfect. We had come to achieve a fantasy first formed 19 years ago when the film City Slickers, in which Billy Crystal ...

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