David Buick, Chris LeDoux & Lessons Learned
He was thin enough to hide behind a flagpole and had piercing grey-
My neighborhood is the big empty where the wind carries a hint of sage and grease wood.
blue eyes shaded by a battered, sweat stained, misshapen old Stetson. His sandy brown hair was thinning and going gray but as he was never without a hat, no one knew unless they were around when he wiped his brow with the bright red bandanna. His hands and face were tanned leather brown and reflected years of hard work under a desert sun. He stood well over six foot tall, but his bowed legs lent themselves to the appearance that he was shorter. Age was hard to determine but a guess of between 60 and 100 was a good bet. (more…)