Drummer has settled in to a quiet life. A gentle romp to me in the morning, for his apple. I think of how lucky I am to put my arms around his neck. He and Benny, or Nala, take naps in the pasture together. A wilderness of deer and turkey are is friends. Someday I...

Dan Steffensen did not want a fuss. No memorial or ringing of the bells and especially no despair on the faces of the people who loved him. He would prefer people to read his book beyond a short obituary.  So, there will be none of that. Still, a few words about...

A return to Oklahoma to support my friend- being welcomed as their new artist at The Cowboy in 2026. This museum and I were childhood friends. The End of the Trail a monumental memory. Sixty years later, still a vision of the vastness- a celebration in the center of...

After a shot to the knee, Drum moved with grace. To be on his back felt like home. I wanted to ride the property, up and down, through brush and water. Remembering his days of being a fine trail horse, beyond all of his talents in the ring. Instead we walked the...

I thought they stopped listening. I thought words no longer mattered. I thought party line was invincible. This bill passed the Montana Senate. It passed the House judiciary. It seemed inevitable. But we had to try. Running this opinon in every paper- in every town....

One way in to my beautiful home. Now passable. Three feet of snow blocked me in, happily. Fully stocked for me and the critters, even a friend. Dusting off the dishes on top of the roof. The outside world comes to me. Including when the neighbor comes to plow. Or...

White gold. A blanket of ice cream. A single path trying not to disturb the beauty or peace. Surveying his domain as deer and turkey amble along. Happy to ignore them, tucked in quiet bliss.

Finally there is snow. The celebration sounds, calling to the falling flakes. "This is my time," he cries. "Come down and cover my playground." "For I must frolic and roll and dig holes until spring."

Cold air. It cleans the lungs and the soul. I will never walk this trail taking the view for granted. Here a rock forms perfectly into a chair. Benny runs on, hoping I will follow. Today I sit and breathe. He returns smiling from his happy romp. "This way," I say....