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Across the Broad Hills, 1885
- Ecotone
- University of North Carolina, Wilmington
- Volume 2, Number 1, Fall/Winter 2006
- pp. 121-122
- 10.1353/ect.2006.0003
- Article
- Additional Information
121 Across the Broad Hills, 1885 Claudia MonPere Sky thick with rain, land rich for grazing: sagebrush, brome, red stem filigree. My lambs grow fat. Shy white spots bunched around Jacalitos Creek. Lollie pours drinks at the Santa Fe Basque Hotel. I do my talking with the wind. Thin, silver, my words pipe into the canyon. The sheep graze. Weeks flow through me. No one but a ring of bandits hunched around my fire one night. We drink, play some hands of Music. You are mine, I call to the land I don’t own. They spill from my dreams, seventeen gutted sheep. Maki barked into the trees. Still the lions hunted. 122 Ecotone: reimagining place Yes, I am only a tramp sheepman. My greasy tent, my hobbling burro. My lambs, my lambs. ...