“All the Western day, Cowboy Kate would sit in her cabin and trim her wick,
and polish her pistol, and jingle her spurs and jangle her buttons and starch
her bows and sit in the sun like a miracle. Oh she was a lovely cowboy.......
One dark blue night, like every night, Cowboy Kate unhitched her big bucking
bicycle and rode, tall in the saddle and long in the legs. Down the street to the
dark lights and the bright music. The saloon was tinkling.”
Cowboy Kate & Other stories by Sam Haskins, text by Norman Hall.
Images by Andreas Larsson