I attended the Western Fictioneers Conference in St. Louis the past two days.
All these writers together. Friendships formed. Wonderful event thanks to the organizers (yes, that means you, MIcki!).
I’m at the bar at the hotel tonight. It appears a posse has come and taken all my friends to the hoosegow. Nobody here but me and a bunch of civilians from Missouri and New Jersey. I think i need a fund for bail?!?
Seriously, it was a great time. Thanks to all the writers and all the work.
I’ll close with an ode to Dusty: this place is lousy with skeeterbugs. Get me back to the West