Close Range: Wyoming Stories

Nothing but bad luck
stubborn men in fancy boots
cut off at the knees.

‘He came off a great ride and landed hard on his feet with his right knee sharply flexed, tore the ligaments and damaged cartilage. He was a fast healer but it put him out for the summer. When he was off the crutches, bored and limping around on a cane, he thought about Redsled. The doctor said the hot springs might be a good idea. He picked up a night ride with Tee Dove, a Texas bullrider, the big car slingshot at the black hump of range, dazzle of morning an hour behind the rim, not a dozen words exchanged.

“It's a bone game,” Tee Dove said and Diamond thought he meant injuries, nodded.'