Bill Rector

Wyoming

The tarmac energy of the truck stop on I-25 near Longmont and the yellow mercury vapor light bathing the apron of the weigh station just beyond.

 

The damp manure smell of the feedlots near Greeley and the glittering lights of Loveland and Ft. Collins draped along the waist of the mountains to the west.

 

The unbroken circumference of darkness around the bucking bronco on the Welcome to Wyoming sign and the lights of Cheyenne suspended in the miles of emptiness ahead.