It’s 46 degrees, the sky is grey, and I’m wondering whether to walk down to the river for a wash. Actually, I could get a hot shower up at the ranch house if I cared to drive the two miles, and I’ll most likely have running water here later today, but anybody who knows me understands that I do like to dramatise. I’m a writer, for goodness’ sake.
In any case, there has been plenty of drama around here lately. Matt is fortunate to be alive, and I am damned lucky that this whole enterprise hasn’t been strangled at birth.
You have to be pretty unlucky for something like that to happen. You probably deserve every ounce of good fortune that follows. The x-rays they took, after Matt had got to hospital in
– a three hour journey and quite a tale in itself – gave a detailed history of the bullet’s course. Somehow it wove a path between several vital parts, missed a major artery by a whisker, then bumped into his hip bone and came to rest before it could do any more damage. Rapid City
When he turned the water on he found that a couple of pipes in the cellar had split during the winter, so one of our first calls in Rapid was to the building supplies place. With a bit of luck he’ll have it fixed by tonight. Otherwise I’m warm and comfortable, the laptop is up and running and the work can start. This morning I’m driving to Valentine (some 70 miles) to get a `phone that ought to be give me some coverage within a mile or two of here. I’ll be borrowing a vehicle while Matt runs the rule over a picturesque old station wagon Kitty’s father has kindly loaned me for the duration of my stay. It’s the kind of vehicle that has lived a long and useful life and deserves some respect – and a name. I’ll post a photograph and ask for suggestions
Okay, the pictures (above).
This is a hunting lodge. In a couple of weeks I expect the turkey hunters. Previous hunters have hung various stuffed trophies around the place over the years – along with a few rattlesnake skins – and Matt has promised me the head of a wild hog he shot down in
last year. I have to say that when I spent a few nights here last spring – on my reconnaissance mission – I found the two characters I’ve featured slightly intimidating. Now they seem like old friends. It has been suggested that they too deserve names. I’m not so sure. I am troubled by visions of myself sitting down to a lonely evening with a crossword and a bottle of beer and striking up conversation with them. Georgia
Okay, so... photographs of two potential friends, and one of the vehicle in its BEFORE state. I’m off to town to stack up some supplies, use the library and see if I can download this lot.