It was an element only a farmkid could revel. I lived in that land where the cow lanes all end at the far end in a brooding slightly malevolent woods, here where the ancient Indian trails began.

There was a time when that kid believed all he had to do was set off on that cow lane and soon after by following it he’d end up in a different time: Blackhawk, Crazy Horse, Hiawatha.

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