And Only One Came
Jesse called the ranch today. “One of your big gray drafts is missing,” he said. An awkward silence followed. A spring snow storm blew outside, causing the telephone line to rasp. My gut cinched tight and I sat up in my desk chair, the conversation winning my full attention. I’d been scribbling something on a … Read more
Trout vs. Horses
My hometown of Ennis, Montana suffers from schizophrenia. Half the year, it belongs to the rancher’s (in winter), and the other half, to fly-fishing vacationers (summer). Until recently, only the ranchers bothered to decorate the place. But this year, trout statues have invaded Main Street. The Madison River once lured cattle drivers from Texas … Read more
