...can leave a sort of empty, maybe even a bit of an embarrassed feeling inside, but this is not a feeling you will experience in Fort Sumner, New Mexico. Everyone you pass smiles, waves, or honks. Even the trains (and there are bazillions of trains) will offer a little toot! toot! as we trot by.
Walter still couldn't reach this little man's rainbow throw....over his head, in the hoop.
Lots of boys and balls.
Sojourner parked outside of the Rodeo Grill while we ate lunch.
We passed Billy the Kid's gravestone, passed the fishin' hole, passed beautiful Willow and Cottonwood trees, down the dirt road, and stepped out of the truck at Knox's place. We were greeted by peacocks, perfect air, and lots of horses.
Knox and Dorian
The little whinnier.