* Free subscriptions here * A week ago I didn’t know who Frankie Dettori was, and here I am, a young Cambridge graduate, ready for work i...

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* Free subscription here* “Alright Surprise, better tell your ladies you love’em. You ain’t gonna see ‘em for a while.” Cody winks and ga...

I’m as green to rodeo as the Montana grass is long. But, one way or another, I’ve collected my thoughts, trying on ideas like other peopl...

The weird thing about Sheridan, Wyoming, is that it’s not kitsch. The road signs that point you there have the silhouette of a bucking ho...

A cowboy grabs a leather strap between his teeth and pulls. The gauntlet is not thrown down, but strapped on, and it’s show time. Five mi...

“Shakespeare didn’t eat his breakfast this morning.” The academic in me always does a double take when the bearded cowboy makes offhand r...

* Free subscription here* *Warning: This piece contains graphic content and images* Finally, the rain came. It all fell last night like a...

The cardboard cowboys are no longer. Surrounded by atmospheric dust, rusty windmills and pale morning skies, it’s easy to reduce people t...

Midweek in the Midwest. Great yellow hedges of tumbleweed have stacked up against every fence. Prairie dogs eat the grass, and rattlesnak...

*Warning: This piece contains graphic content and images* There are hundreds of calves to brand on every ranch; thousands of cows to gath...

The brood mares of Hi Lo Pro Rodeo still haven’t had their foals. For once, I’m happy about it. Today was my first day away from the ranc...

I was listening to the radio while I drove back from Walmart on Easter Sunday, when an analogue buzz interrupted the music. Three sharp s...

At the age of six, I remember being given a small book to read. I was at school in France at the time, and the book was called something ...

You see, life is going on all around you. Even in isolation, we are never really alone. This is what I saw on a single afternoon, around ...

Gayle’s a friend of Van’s from way back when; another joy who I’m now blessed with the time to meet. She’s a neighbour of sorts, living d...