This story took place in the spring of 1996. I was working for the Ocotillo Cattle Company and camped up under the Cartright Rim in lower Presidio County. This was high desert country with a three-room shack to live in and an old falling down barn for horse feed, tools, and my saddle. It was a miserable place to live, but that’s where the job called for at the time.
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