OK. One more thing.
Driving down the Juornado del Muerto, down the Rio Grande valley from
ABQ, in the pre dawn hours. One of the plainsmen there using a Sharps
was a Shepherd, such as my cousins family. They've been here for
generations, and it's entirely possible he has that DNA. But that's
not what's occupying my mind.
That onslaught by that stone-age culture trying to hold on, led by a
half breed, a product of a previous murder and abduction, and then
child rape, occurred only 137 winters ago. 72 seasons before I was
born. I would say 90% of the area is totally unchanged in that remote
place. Neither, I suspect, has basic human nature. I think I need to
get home, get the black tie dinner party and Easter with the grand
kids behind me, saddle up, and go for a long lonesome ride!
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