June 3, 2019:

City boy on a very old horse.

Short in the saddle. Cowboy hat, tennies, his mother's dark shades.

It's not his world.

It's not even a real world. The Wild West affectation: there's nothing wild in this west. It's a business, a large one, a rural factory of wheat and beef, fully mechanized, not in the least bit small.

He was excited to ride the horse. The horse wasn't. They remained on speaking terms, but they were never close.