Deer Run Trail, By David R LewisNodaway Trail, by David R LewisOn the Calico Trail, by David R LewisOn the Payback Trail, by David R LewisOn the Ogallala Trail, by David R LewisOn the Killdeer Trail, by David R LewisOn the Cutthroat Trail, by David R LewisEndless Journey Toward an Unknown Destination, by David R LewisIncidents Among the Savages, by David R LewisFear of the Father:  Call Me Crockett, by David R Lewis

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Unidentified Flying What

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When I was a lad, kite flying was popular among me and my peers – a ragtag crew of Cub Scout, river-rat little leaguers. In those days, one could not journey to the local mart and purchase some exotic piece of airborne art for a few bucks. Oh, no. The best we could […]

Midimist

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Please excuse the arrangement of verbiage in this piece. I have an idea how I’d like it to end, but no real concept of how to get there and will ramble, I’m afraid. I ask your patience as I free-associate a bit. Relax. It shouldn’t take too long.

Mark Twain once commented that some […]

Almost Arkansas

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Once upon a time I lived in Almost Arkansas, Missouri. In spite of how bizarre some southern Missouri towns are named, you will not find Almost Arkansas on any map, but it is there. I’ve seen it. Unlike the mythical “Lake Woebegon”, Almost Arkansas exists. Sid, a German shepherd who brought home his own […]

Silverthorn

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He was about 6½ feet tall, weighed maybe 280 pounds, and had straight blue-black hair to below his waist. He looked down at me through hard dark brown eyes from a walnut face and said, “You’re white. Where’d you get that necklace?”

He was referring to a Native American, deer-bone hair pipe, four-strand choker […]

In the Gravest Extreme

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I have avoided this subject because it cries out for a certain amount of objectivity that I may not possess, but a friend urged me to run off at the mouth a little. Volatile to be sure, the subject is guns. From the idiots who actually believe we can take all the guns away […]