A stampede kicks up funneled by corkscrew clouds a curse of cumulus The Thunder Master throws streaks across the plains ripping through pastures like gunpowder…
Tag: western
She shows up like a slim Mae West wearing fringes and boots ten shades gone is the ingenue beneath a plethora of wild ringlets her…
Out in the pasture at night hiding among the mesquite branches stalking the soul of beasts touching your rope sweaty, gritty hands how many this…
Driving out west and confronting all that open highway provided me the perfect opportunity to think about the years, where they went, why they fell…
Out in the pasture at night hiding among the mesquite branches stalking the soul of beasts touching your rope how many this time? Spurred by…