The sun was casting long shadows when I finally reached the place on the map marked with a big black X. Collapsing back finally, her head slumped forward. xxx My makeup was subtly applied but with enough eyeshadow to make my gold-flecked brown eyes appear almost luminous. The drive was short and the view of the mountains spectacular, Jean-Claude mostly silent except for an occasional Gallic cuss when the bus’s wheels got into a rut or a hole on the bumpy road, but I saw him giving me a few approving glances. I slid into the front passenger seat. A land where cowboys and ranchers still raise cattle and many of the old traditions live on, and of course other lesser known and naturally far more earthy and enjoyable pursuits.




















