Some years ago, I was visiting
It was mid March, much like today in
Despite the recent snow, trees and flowers were beginning to bloom on both sides of the road.
Red Rock is a small town, nay, a tiny town, I learned as I took an excursion off the highway. Then I saw something quite out of the ordinary. It was a very large building surrounded by acres of parking lots, filled with tour buses with licenses from all the surrounding states.
"They're here to play Indian bingo," a local told me. "They give away thousands of dollars every week."
That morning in the Daily Oklahoman, OKC's newspaper, I had read about an old man that had disappeared in a snowstorm. As best as I can tell, he was never found. That gorgeous morning, driving from
Why did he run away from home? How did he survive? Who might he have met along the way? What was he searching for and what did he ultimately find? I answered all these questions in my book Prairie Sunset and to this day, when I re-read it, the story still feels as real to me as that wonderful drive that I took from