She looked around. “We haven’t got a Bible…You know about this saddle.” I nodded. “A hand-made Quantrell, with silver stirrups and rivets and studs, and you won it at Pendleton in nineteen forty-seven.” “I sure did. My biggest day, that was.” She cupped her palm over the horn and aimed her eyes at me. “If… Continue reading #ThrowbackThursday Death of a Dude