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* Free subscription here* Not all the ‘crooked horses’ were as crooked as the first one at the rodeo in South-West Argentina. I’ve heard...

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

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...

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...

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

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

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...

When my flight out of Little Rock was cancelled, my world felt tight and small, as if life had pulled the drawstring on its horizons and...

There’s a small bottle of hand sanitizer in Russell’s car with a white label on it, reading ‘Rugged Cross Cowboy Church, Magnolia,...

The door swung open on the rickety white pickup truck as it turned into the ranch. A dark hand reached out and held it shut through the...

My first day of work for Hi Lo Pro Rodeo started at sunrise. Russell and I drove to work in the dark. The tall boles of wet trees began...

Meeting the host of my Airbnb in Oklahoma was a dystopian chess game of staying a metre apart. She took me to buy food, and, as I fumbled...

In this strange time of lockdown and upheaval, I’m surprised to find myself in the States at a day’s notice. I had gone from Uruguay to...