A cowboy on a rearing horse, rope in the air, has lassoed a flying saucer — and the saucer is pulling back.
It is drawn in flat tan and cream like a vintage rodeo decal, the lasso running in a clean curve from the cowboy’s hand up to the rim of the ship.
No text at all, and it does not need any. The whole premise arrives in one look: somebody out there has decided a UFO is just an unusually difficult calf. For the New Mexico road trip crowd, the Roswell-adjacent, and anyone who likes a western with a science fiction problem in it.
