Weeds grow where they want to; not where they're told to...


Christine Hamm

My Western


The Outlaw Josey Wales. Grace, Idaho.

Red-tailed hawks. A black eye on a girl

hiding in the corral. A Lady Takes a


Chance. Trip-wires for horses. War paint,

eye shadow. A Fistful of Dollars. Cow-

boy hats reeking of smoke and spoiled pork.


Mule deer. Mud Lake, Idaho. Highways

looping over themselves, empty drive-ins.

Coyote brush. Broken stirrups. Bitter


Springs, Arizona. Cigarettes staining the

ceiling of his trailer, his teeth. Pale Rider.

B.B. guns, hand guns, shot guns. Guns with


the serial numbers filed off. Appaloosa.

Star-nosed moles. Robbing the grocery store,

your father’s restaurant. Raccoons. Copper


Beeches. Yellow dust on your tongue, in

the corner of your eye. A Man Called Horse.

Apache, Comanche. Star sedge. A drunk man


singing in the outhouse. A drunk man singing

by the fire. 6 Black Horses. Saguaro cactus.

Condor shadows the size of sinking boats. Black-


tailed jack-rabbits. The Man from Nowhere. Burning

barns. Horses galloping back in. Eureka, California.




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