1974 [Excerpt]

1974 [Excerpt]

It was such a long time ago. I’m old now, road weary and weather beaten. Rode hard and put away wet, as the cowboys say. The years have left their marks. This body of mine seems like it belongs to someone else. It sags where it once was drawn taut; joints that moved...
Predators [Excerpt]

Predators [Excerpt]

I was giving Gizmo a drink from the radiator filler hose at a run-down Shamrock station outside of Briscoe, Texas. Grain elevators rose like launchpads in the distance, towering above the flat Texas Panhandle and clearly marking the route of the defunct Panhandle and...
Things That Go Bump In The Dark [Excerpt]

Things That Go Bump In The Dark [Excerpt]

We wandered through Knoxville today. I pushed us into town as far as I could last night, and we camped out in the veterans’ cemetery. The grass had been cut pretty short, but Gizmo managed a decent meal. It’s hard getting all the way through a big city like this...
Dead People Make Good Neighbors [Excerpt]

Dead People Make Good Neighbors [Excerpt]

The ride didn’t mark the first time I had slept in a graveyard, though it did for Gizmo. I have mentioned that I did a lot of hitchhiking and riding freight trains during my youth. That activity continued almost up until the time of the ride. And during those times,...
Shearing Sheep [Excerpt]

Shearing Sheep [Excerpt]

Gizmo and I spent a few days with Johnny and Rose Cook on the Navajo Indian Reservation, near Indian Wells, Arizona. They had graciously invited us to stay with them for a much needed rest. While we were there I pitched in to help with shearing, though I knew nothing...