Essay by Chris Frasier
Agriculture – December 2002 – Colorado Central Magazine
FROM MY PERCH in the saddle I could see that he was angry, even before the last heifer filed past his mangled wire gate. He paced along the road ditch like he needed to guard his territory from the trailing herd. The half-finished house that he’d been working on all summer loomed over his shoulder like an empty cage, as if a tornado from the land of Oz had dropped it on the hilltop here, where just a few months ago nothing but empty prairie had extended to the horizon.