Rainless days, weeks, and months and relentless winds make mud holes on ranch roads of New Mexico’s High Plains a forgotten pleasure. I have only dim recollections of muddied trucks, shedding red putty into neat piles at parking spaces around town. The prairie remains an anvil of the sun...parched, aching for moisture.
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| *#@*!#...What A Deep Rut (Cooper) |
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| Anvil Of the Sun |
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