There are no cowboys within a couple of thousand miles of where I live, on the East Coast. But there are a lot of pretty blonde ladies d'un age certain driving monster F-350 V-8 diesel duallies to pull around their six- or eight-horse stock trailers. We don't do it to find husbands; most of us are realistic enough to have given up on finding anyone to marry us and have thrown ourselves into the world of horses as a substitute.
Warning: Always a bad idea to use the words "horses," "husbands" and "substitute" in the same sentence. Use of the word "dressage" in such instances is highly suggested.