Lord,

I come to you asking for some special assistance. Not for me, but for a new babe…

Dedicated to my nephew ‘Carlos’, the newest and seventh generation of the Hashknife. He has arrived amidst a family that already loves and adores him with everything we possess.

This moment you see in this split second is what I live for.

Lord,

We come to you with our hats in hand and on our knees in humble accord…

I killed three horses today…

Lord,

We humbly pray to you this fall that you keep them prices high once more…

Throughout the past week boys have become men and girls are now women…

“It’s a dying breed…”

I love life and that is why I spent seventy-five minutes this morning fighting for it…

It is something you cannot shake, even if you wanted…

It happens to be that time of year again where we look back…

Lord,

We often don't talk…

He listened intently for as long as he could bear. But enough was enough…

Funny how you look at a picture…

For the past 2,341 days I have lived a relatively soft life…

Another year, another check. He felt the yearly mix of feelings…