twa craws feet

By donald

Fifteenth Day in America

And we did go to Texas, traveling South-east across New Mexico and stopping in Fort Sumner at the graves of Billy the Kid and his friends, Charlie Bowdre and Tom O'Folliard.

Just before Pat Garrett shot him dead, Billy spoke into the darkness.

He said, "Quien es?"

He said, "Who is it?"

We drove on and, after Clovis, crossed the border into Texas driving on the edge of a sky of smoke, not knowing that this was hundreds of miles of ranch-land burning to ashes.

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