When I was younger than I am now I wanted everything, everything I could think of I wanted. I was a voracious wanter, a bottomless pit of want. Now I'm a little older than I was when I was a little younger, and all I seem to want is one pair of jeans that fit perfectly, the company of my good horses, superb meat and fruit, to stand barefoot in my gardens, to bowhunt elk, and to make some jewelry.
I think that's it.
When I am older than I am now I might want even less, I might want more simply, but I think the horses will always remain, probably because my love for them is easy and childlike — entire, complete and undiluted. I want my horses and the want never seems to run dry.
