MUSTANG SALLY

(Photo taken on the BLM land behind our home, Carson City)

(Note to readers — read this one with “Mustang Sally” playing, no, blaring —I recommend the original, Wilson Pickett.)*

Feelin’ nostalgic, I stop by a place today ‘cross the street from home.

A place I meet Mustang Sally long time ago.

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Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.

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Ann James

Ann James

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.

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