Jack of Harts

I remember when the border region between the American and Mexican States was a desert you know. It wasn’t that long ago. Long dead Presidents sent so many Indians there because the land was so poor no one in their right mind would want it. But the secret about deserts is that they are full of life just waiting for rain to bloom for anyone with eyes to see. I’ve been to the Indian Nations down there and they are rather nice little places to live now that the rains are a more common occurrence. They are certainly nothing like the old Westerns of my youth, when the Great American Desert was brown and drab most of the year.