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........