Driving and blogging between gigs in Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona, America's greatest cowboy folksinger, Tom Russell, files this report:There is still a west. It exists on desert back roads and in odd, fragmented glimpses: Saguaros against Sonoran sunsets; pawn shop Kachinas; crosses made of Saguaro ribs and copper; the lingo of the muleteer, a blueberry pie slice in Pie Town; frozen quail on the hand of the Falconer. God’s footnotes.
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