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Laughing at the Moon

April 21, 2017


  I met Lizzie late one sultry summer afternoon beside a fallen cottonwood whose roots had given way when the river undercut a section of overhanging bank—an ideal place, my twelve-year-old wisdom told me, from which to fish. Indeed it was. Until Lizzie appeared. Immediately we had an argument. The argument involved a stringer of […]

My Buffaloes

February 13, 2015


Twelve years old, independent and accustomed to roam the bristly riverbanks on my own, I succumbed to the temptation offered by the North Platte River’s depleted summertime flow to wade through the slow current, curious to know what lay beyond the thick growth of cat­tails on the other side. A murky slough half-obscured by slender […]

Joy Prevails!

October 7, 2014