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 LewisGlory 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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Dudley

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His name was Dudley Babbit, and he was a real piece of work. In the 1960s and 70s, Dudley was at the top of his game. One of the premiere trainers of gaited horses on the planet, famous and coveted in song and story in an elite business driven by large sums of […]

Old Joe

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It was damp, it was foggy, it was chilly, it was perfect. My wife and I crunched our way across the gravel parking lot of the Jock’s kitchen heading for the racetrack. It was barely dawn, and we’d just had breakfast with LaVette Drummond, a 40-year old Louisianan, who looked […]

Parking Problem

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Back in the days when I was a rookie cop in 1968, I encountered a parking problem. The city cop shop had a very small parking lot, inadequate to handle the number of cops’ cars near shift change from the day shift to the three to 11 trick. When it was deemed I was […]

Maiden Voyage

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“You are not gonna believe this,” he said. He was Steve Umpke, head mechanic at the Honda shop. It was the early 1970s and Honda led the pack of Japanese motorcycles infiltrating with huge success around the globe. Norton, Triumph, Ariel, BSA, Royal Enfield and others would all soon be names of the past […]

Ill Fated

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Mike Cramer was ill-fated. He and I attended both grade and high school together and, over the years, I watched Mike deliver himself into disaster after disaster. If there was doggie doody within a block and a half, Mike would find a way to step in it. If there was a body of water […]