On the Fringe; or, Wearing the West

I get two questions every day as I ride the high country writing a novel (don’t ask about progress, please),

as I work hard (thank you, all the editors I work for–if I could, I would buy you all cayuses),

and as I look for ¬†awesome land to purchase out west for my own little rancheroo . . . → Read More: On the Fringe; or, Wearing the West