Don’t Hurt Him! I’ll Buy Him, She Said — ‘Call Him ‘Savage’ All You Want… I See A Man Worth Saving

The dust in Red Willow, Wyoming Territory, had a way of getting into a person’s thoughts.

It hung in the afternoon air like a held breath, turning the sunlight the color of old brass. It sifted into the seams of boots and the folds of skirts, into the cracks of the boardwalk and the corners of people’s mouths. It made …