Red canyon walls ended abruptly. I stepped over sagging barbed wire into aspens and cottonwoods and came to a house in a clearing and a…
Posts published by “Martin Murie”
The froggers would arrive in the mornings, having driven in from their night hunt in Central Valley wetlands, bullfrog country. They'd carry burlap bags, wet…
We led mules, one GI to each mule, just another exercise for us and the mules and none of us knowing where we were headed…