My favorite place in the West is northern Nevada. The Owyhee Range. It’s the distance. There’s nothing out there. At least, people say there’s nothing out there. Nothing is something. That distance has a real substance—a high desert place that certainly charges my batteries.
My dad was a coyote, in a loving way. He was a rodeo cowboy and government trapper. Everything we did involved livestock. It was always about livestock. We lived way out from any city. It made me very creative.
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