West Ridge Road
Driving the Avalanche
7:38 P.M.
Taking the West Ridge road on the drive back to Glock Ranch, I found myself recalling the movies I’d acted in as a younger man, prior to my arrival in Stockton County: The Pilgrimage of Robert Daye, the comedy Two Men in the Bush, and the horror film Victim #4. In truth, I wasn’t a bad actor, but those days were long gone for me. I had my eyes set on a cowboy named Gray McKeever, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with the man. My world at Glock Ranch wasn’t a movie set and, even if it were, I wasn’t even the lead actor. Neither was my relationship with Gray a performance read from a script. I loved the man with all my heart. We weren’t just actors in a movie titled Roping Cowboys.
Yes, my acting days had ended, but they were not f
