Maybe it’s because sandhill cranes are starting to return north from our Middle Rio Grande Valley that I keep thinking of this Assiniboine story about the creation of seasons. I came across the story in an essay called Long Time Ago by the late James Welch. I liked his line, “It is remarkable how logical …
I’m trying to be a good New Mexican during the COVID crisis. I am not hoarding ammo or TP. I do not gather with more than one neighbor and another dog. But I draw the line at long hair. I am afraid to check in with my longtime hair cutter in Bernalillo. She’s shut down …
Bull snake sets off on morning rounds at the same time as Cowboy and I. Mustard family still well-represented on the mesa top. Dust-up on the hilltop to the south, a quarter mile away. It looks like the more familiar locals are chasing off a dark gray interloper. More of a familiar bunch, protected from …
“… It seems likely that Custer lived long enough to try to repeat his success at the Washita by capturing the village’s women and children.” Nathaniel Philbrick, “The Last Stand.” “If he could cross the river to the north and secure hostages, he’d have the key to victory.” Nathaniel Philbrick, “The Last Stand.” The Custer …
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