Cliffside Herding
I slowly navigated my pickup across the narrow span of the Salmon River Bridge. It’s a one-lane bridge, but what was mesmerizing about it was that the boiling river was approaching flood stage. The rapid rush of blue green waters festooned with logs and debris quietly surged underneath. I rolled to a stop in the…
Secrets of Smith Basin
“There’s dynamite in Smith Basin,” Nancy said simply. “Yep. I’m sure Jack put it there. We was up there doing some diggings for gems. If I remember right, he’d kept a powder cache up there in a cave.” She smiled while looking past me, rocker creaking next to her too-hot-for-me-to-stand-it woodstove, obviously remembering those good…
The Peace of Pigs
A pig will eat you. It isn’t personal—it’s just how pigs are. They are omnivores, and as such, are not opposed to sampling human if the opportunity arises. I would never lay down in the grass in a field of pigs. I’d be quite happy to do it with a herd of cattle, unless there…