Category: Farming-in-your-fourties
The Gate Swings Wide
The dust tastes like iron and sweat.Under the brim of his hat, the cowboy waits—quiet, steady,breathing the slow rhythm of the arena. The bull shifts [Read More…]
The Song of the Road
The Summons of the Road The first step — is not a choice. But rahter — is a summons. A call older than blood, older [Read More…]
