Final Days at the Red House on the Niobrara
I had a feeling it would be like this towards the end. The weather has conspired to give me absolute perfection. The air is as clear as could be, the…
A backward glance at Merriman
There are times when something is bugging you and you just don’t know what it is. Occasionally it niggles away at you for days, a sense of something not done,…
Dreaming about skunks – and Old Jules’ grave
I awoke at four-thirty yesterday from a dream about skunks. I was telling someone to relax. ‘We don’t have skunks in England.’ True, but we do have them in Nebraska,…
Mari Sandoz in bronze
I’ve tried many times to get a decent photo of the bronze statue of my heroine that stands outside the Heritage Center dedicated to her at Chadron. This is the…