A TRAIL OF GHOSTS AND LEGENDS by Michael Brownstein
A TRAIL OF GHOSTS AND LEGENDS That year winter did not come and we waited for it, the wind from the south forcing the tree to throw away their possessions. Evergreens gathered the colors of blood and coagulated browns and a great smoky mix rose from the ghost white strands along the Missouri . We walked the track Lewis and Clark walked stopping before the pawpaw tree where, almost out of food, one of them ordered the men to gather as much fruit as they could carry and then we continued walking what they walked.