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AUTHOR’S NOTE

There is a parcel of land in New Mexico that in our day and age is called a ranch. The man who owns this ranch swears until his dying day his land will never be subdivided into housing lots or ranchettes. On this ranch are ancient Indian ruins, remnants of mankind when the land was not a possession but belonged to all man as his heart and soul. On this ranch are traces of the Spaniards when they came onto the land in search of cities made of gold. Also on the ranch are homes constructed from stacked rocks when the first Mexicans migrated out of Mexico looking for a new life and a new beginning. Around all of these chronicles of time are rusted-out fences when the white man came to subdue the West. This is a story of this particular piece of land and the men and women who have lived upon it. This is the story of love and hope, grief and despair and the Mother Earth. The land is real — the dates and history are real — everything else belongs to the ghosts.