For the life of me I cannot remember the name of my all-time favorite western. One scene in it may jog someone else's memory and maybe they can put me out of my misery of forgetfulness. In the film, probably made some 15 years ago or so, the requisite young and beautiful woman is pining away her lonely life as she maintains a stagecoach rest stop. From time to time she writes down her feelings on little strips of her petticoat, ties them to tumbleweeds, and casts them to the wind. Naturally, the hero stumbles upon one of these messaged weeds. There was some really great fiddle playing in this film, whatever it was ...

Another favorite is "The Man From Snowy River". My favorite scene is when the young hero rides down a mountainside at full gallop. The angle at which he rides is unbelievably steep, but the trees around him are evidence of the fantastic angle. I really don't care that it was probably a stunt double doing the riding. Anyone who could ride like that has my deepest admiration. BTW, the scenery in the film was absolutely lovely!

I also very much like John Wayne's "Cowboys". Dunno why.