Mike patted his dusty jeans and pushed up his glasses with his right hand before reaching out to shake mine. His eyes were blue and easy,...

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* Free subscription here* I slotted into the States like bread into a toaster. Life was snugger and warmer than it’s ever been, and for...

* 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...

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

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

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...