So this is my final render, seriously.
I had to tone down everything and get rid of some elements.
Quite a shift from my planned scene.
So, here is the story.
It is a blue, cool and gloomy night. The horses have been fed and watered, and now stand content, picketed on a thick, cotton rope between trees. It is a dark night with no moon. A cowboy sits on a hewn, log chair, cradled in his arms is a steel string guitar. He strums and sings. His yodeling, foot-stomping, and sad country ballads are offered out to the silent night air. The fire crackles and pops, flames lick around a pile of logs and then........