When I close my eyes, I no longer have visions of deer picking their way through the trees, and the voices in my head have completely stopped, but every now and then I believe I can still catch the faint scent of a mesquite campfire off in the distance. It’s been a week now since I’ve been home, and I continue to be haunted by the memories of my time on a ranch in Sonora, Texas. It’s been a week now since I’ve been home, and I continue to be haunted by the memories of my time on a ranch in...
Hunting For Gold
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