Sonora, 1888 By Leo de Natale Name’s Slade. I’m a greenhorn cowpuncher out of Tucson. I’m 22 and drifted down to The Arizona territory. Hooked up with the Circle T Ranch out of Sonoita. Out West. Tired of the cold Nebraska flatlands. Never seen mountains before. Bodacious. The Sonoran desert is a thing of beauty,Continue reading “Sonora, 1888”
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