Reflections
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Just Beyond Bull
How we interpret some words matters to the when or where they are spoken. So it is with bullshit. I picked up bullshit just as I left childhood behind. A gentleman Okie, Wallace, down the road from us had a fairly colorful… Continue reading
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Quiet Talk
Three of them sat around the afternoon fire talking. Sometime ago he had taken a thirty-six-inch tractor rim and set it in the ground. As the two of them talked he watched the fire. Noticing that as the rim heated, the ground around… Continue reading
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Trusting We Matter to Our Siblings
Over the next few weeks I am visiting west and southwest US reserves, ceded, and unceded landscapes. The western viewscape easily holds my attention for hours. Yet, while driving, I am bound to turn to the radio. Continue reading
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Beloved Creation
Quail are a good measure of the day’s cold. Each evening a covey settles in the wild willows west of home near the cattle’s water trough. During summers height they sometimes don’t make it back from the wonder of a day’s wandering… Continue reading
Chewing the Cud 