We took mules, all of us, as we expected the very roughest kind of trailless work; and we got it…. Wetherill said, while we were in an oak thicket on a very sharp slope at the foot of a canyon,…
The fire was now burning brightly. We sat down around Grandfather as the firelight played over his face and white hair. We could hear the wind blowing outside, but everything was peaceful inside the hogan and we were all contented.…
Funny how we humans all crave paradise. I’m not talking about any hypothetical paradise beyond the grave either, that always just sounded like a bore to me. No, I’m talking about real, flower scented, bare breasted, warm and sandy, sin-filled,…