The Cadence of Prairies

Huns & sharptails in the Western 'out there'

Someone was already there when we drove up. Was this the owner? In 15 years of hunting the place, I'd met the wife and son and talked to the owner on the phone before each season, but I'd never met the man. Whoever this was, he didn't seem to fit the mold of the friendly Dutch farmer I'd spoken with, and his blue heeler cemented my bad first impression when it stalked up and glared through the window as if trying to decide whether to take us there or let us make a run for it. We stayed in the truck.

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