Passing The Time [Excerpt]

Passing The Time [Excerpt]

Jul 25, 2018 | 0 comments

We rode for three hours this morning. I pulled Gizmo up and unsaddled for the midday break well before noon. We spent two hours resting, letting his back cool and letting my feet cool when I pulled off my boots. We hit the trail again for a couple more hours, and we...
Chicken Today, Feathers Tomorrow [Excerpt]

Chicken Today, Feathers Tomorrow [Excerpt]

Jul 13, 2018 | 0 comments

I’m riding my sorrel companion down a two lane backroad through northeastern Tennessee. In Texas, they would call it a farm-to-market road. Sometimes it has a grass shoulder to ride on, sometimes not. The road has seen better days, but it retains its utility and...
Predators [Excerpt]

Predators [Excerpt]

May 11, 2018 | 0 comments

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]

Apr 21, 2018 | 0 comments

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...
An Old Horse Trader [Excerpt]

An Old Horse Trader [Excerpt]

Mar 12, 2018 | 1 comment

John Becker was born in 1889 and had led an incredibly varied life. He lived with his wife, Ruth, in a small house they had homesteaded in the fifties, far out in the Mojave Desert. They invited us to stay the night, and I was glad I had accepted. I sat transfixed as...