by erictknight | Feb 10, 2020 | Uncategorized
A joshua tree. Some of my very earliest childhood memories on the ranch, when I was three or four years old, are of riding behind my father during round up. (Round up being that time when the cattle are gathered off the range and brought into the corrals, in case...
by erictknight | Feb 9, 2020 | Uncategorized
The old barn. Still standing somehow. Sixty square miles of hard-packed dirt and caliche, filled with rocks, greasewood, cactus and more rocks. Twenty-six miles from the sleepy town of Wickenburg, straddling Highway 93 and Date Creek. That’s Date Creek Ranch.Now...
by erictknight | Feb 8, 2020 | Uncategorized
I grew up on a working cattle ranch in the Arizona desert in the 1960’s and ‘70’s and it wasn’t easy. There was too much work and never enough people to do it. Bankruptcy loomed over us constantly. Everything was always broken or about to break. Dad yelled a lot....
by erictknight | Jan 15, 2020 | Uncategorized
At my birthday party, 10 years ago. Now that the 10’s have ended, it seems everyone is doing a retrospective and I figured, hey, why not me? So here’s my attempt at it. At the beginning of the decade I was still teaching high school English at a small...
by erictknight | Sep 3, 2019 | Uncategorized
Chapter 1 Jarryd’s mother was arguing with the shop keeper, a little man with a round head dotted with random tufts of gray hair. “All the color washed out of this ribbon the first time I washed it. Look at it. It’s practically gray. Who wants to wear a gray ribbon in...
by erictknight | Jul 7, 2019 | Uncategorized
Shakre was hanging a batch of horsefennel up to dry when she felt his presence. She froze with one arm in the air, cocking her head to the side, sorting through the information fed to her by her deeper senses. At first, she couldn’t place him, but all at once...
