Wind and Dust vs. White Men With Guns

Wind and Dust vs. White Men With Guns

Thacker Pass remembers when the hairy, pale-skinned men came to round up her people and drag them away to the forts. The hoofbeats of cavalry warhorses thundered through the basin. Pistols popped and carbines cracked. Children and elders hid in the red shadows of the...
Where We Live

Where We Live

Photograph of wild onion by Max Wilbert By Trinity La Fey, March 25, 2021 When, concerned for our safety, my husband pressured me to either censor or disguise myself online, I replied, “You keep talking at me like I don’t know what kind of world this is and I am...
The Song of The Meadowlark

The Song of The Meadowlark

It is dawn at Thacker Pass. The sun rises over the Santa Rosa Mountains, and light spears through the blue-green leaves of the sagebrush that spreads out in all directions. A herd of mule deer orbits our camp. Each evening, they meander westwards along the...