Excerpt

Harry
The Circle H Ranch
Willow Springs, Montana
April 28

“Hello back,” came the response from the barn.
Proceeding cautiously forward, Joel slid the large
barn door all the way open and entered. It took a minute or two
for his eyes to adjust to the shadows of the dusty interior.
He called again, “Over here.”
Squinting through the dust and the darkness, Joel could see
that his barn mate was an elderly man. As the stranger stood
from the chore of feeding the cats, Joel saw the rough and rugged
lines of the face of a Native American man.
“Harry,” the man said as he nodded.
“I’m Joel Hooper.”
“I know,” came the simple reply.
Reaching forward, Joel offered his hand. Harry reciprocated
with his respectfully limp hand and Joel proceeded to shake it
with far too much vigor and enthusiasm.
What an idiot, Joel thought of himself. Of all people, having
traveled and worked in so many foreign countries, he should be
more sensitive to the cultural differences.
Freeing himself from the clutch of Joel’s handshake and with
absolutely no eye contact at all, Harry retreated back into the
safety of the shadows. In silence, Harry proceeded to putter with
feeding the horses. From what Joel was seeing, it seemed that the
chore was a combination of throwing flakes of hay into the stalls

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