“Red sky at morning, hunter take warning,” I told Jimmy Jack Mormon, as we stumbled along a frozen rutted road in the Montana dawn. “Ssshhh,” Jimmy ordered. “You’re warning the deer.” “Oh, they’ve already heard about me,” I whispered back. I’d missed two the evening before. Beautiful does, both, stepping carefully out of a willow […]
John Daniel
Posted inMarch 15, 2010: Mobile Nation
East to the West
A writer contemplates the beginning of the West
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A word in favor of rootlessness
The joys and perhaps necessary virtues of not settling down.