Indian Summer stayed on the Plains for as long as she dared, but winter's first howling squall drove her away. Classic Vs of Canada Geese escorted her ... one honking choir after another, their voices fading as they flew further and further way. Suddenly hearing them overhead always exhilarates, but then I am left with a soft, almost sad longing. I wonder what it would be like to join them ... wing to wing.
Wyoming cattle rancher and outpost writer (rider), shares the “view from her saddle.” Shery is a leather and lace cowgirl-farmgirl who’s been horse-crazy all of her life. Her other interests include “junktiques,” arts and crafts, glamping, collecting antique china, and cultivating mirth.