Irene's way was considered, by the cowboys she found in bars, to be both illiterate and effete.
When JoDee Dees rode up to the gate, the bottle the hunter left was still sitting on the post. His eyes went to it the way eyes do to something they didn’t know they were expecting. He blinked, shifted in his saddle. JoDee focused on Ephraim Sheridan’s three cows, one steer, and two calves strung … Continue reading Rescuing Ellen Sheridan’s Cat
There was a little quiet and a thump from down in the wooden chutes and I saw my Dad bob up behind a gate, then let himself down easy, looking down at the horse under him, one hand holding for a minute to the top of the gate. I knew it was him because of … Continue reading The Day Andy Giff was Champion of the Montana