Joe: a cowboy who lived in a bunkhouse, on a ranch, in the middle of the Chilcotins. A weathered brow, a hearty laugh, another cigarette, another coffee... that was Joe. You would have liked him. He was my mother's first husband, my siblings father, and when I needed one, he was a father who loved me like his own. He was a piece of my life and shaped me into who I am today.
