San Juan Jon: The Rancher
by Jon Lovekin
(Editor's note: One of the pleasures in publishing Telluride Inside... and Out is getting to know new [to us] writers. Susan and I independently ran across Jon Lovekin on Twitter. She took the next step, checked out his writing, liked what she saw and asked if he would be interested in contributing to TIO. Herewith, another article from Jon.)
Clouds built over the plains as they always do each day this time of year. The wind blew soft and hot keeping the gnats at bay. Mud was deep around the building we were working on after the record setting 6 inch rain over the weekend. The sun burned deep into the skin and I thought of that boy working on that ranch 29 years ago and only 30 miles away. I had thought of the Rancher now that I worked in La Junta again and looked up his name in the phone book.
I didn’t recognize him at first when I pulled up to the address in Fowler where the phone book said he lived. There was an old man in a jump suit sitting in a porch swing connected to an oxygen tank who was staring at me as I looked again at the house number. I got out, strode around the truck and said, “Hello, does Ken live here?”
“He used to” replied the man who I knew instantly was him.