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51 D o n n a K a z Big Horn Passover Instead of lamb I eat Angus steer medium rare drenched in Heinz 57, play pool with the only other customer while the jukebox blasts a song about blue, and that’s when he comes in holding the local paper out in front of him like it was a matzo. Mud spattered on his black hat, cattle dung caked on the heels of his boots, gold buckle guarding the flat of his stomach, and except for the circle cut made by the tin of Skoal in his right front pocket, his Wrangler rodeo jeans fit smooth like they were poured from a mold of his waist on down. He curves against the bar and leans left chewing on his paschal side of beef, I know this night will be different from all other nights as he eats without a sound, not even a faint scrape of the fork against the plate, leaving nothing, his appetite huge and endless. Suddenly he saunters (yes, I now know that I have never seen anyone saunter before) and with outstretched arm his mighty hand tucks two quarters under the lip of felt on the table. On all other nights I drink twelve-dollar glasses of cheap red wine passing for Merlot in pretentious Soho bars but on this night I drink Red Dog beer from the bottle in the oldest bar in Wyoming. The game slows as winning is overshadowed by the tingling thrill of the chance to play the cowboy. Counting the five solids I’ve left stranded I’m thinking my luck is cursed when my partner calls the corner pocket and scratches out. 52 Without a blink the cowboy is racking up saying, “I’d like to play partners. You and me ‘gainst the bartender and the loser.” He sidles towards me (never saw anyone sidle either) sticks his hand out. I grab what feels like grade 10 sandpaper, his grip a saw dust massage, scream my name in his ear over the music, pick up my stick, swallow hard, taste the bitter marinade the steak has left on my tongue and bank a clean shot. The angel of death hovers overhead and then passes. A pack of cattle moves down the street outside, the cowboy smiles and the distance between my house and his falls together like the Red Sea. ...

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