I commence a walk one morning this fall, among the last warm days of the year. Thin, ribbed clouds overhead. Intermittent sunshine. Breezy. Our little place in Marfa is twenty flat acres on the northeast edge of town. To the west is our neighbor’s horse trap, with its low hill and two mares that rub their itchy hips against our shared fence. To the north is an unobstructed view of the Davis Mountains, to the south is a dry creek, and to the east is the same neighbor’s cow pasture. Recently he weaned his calves from their mothers and trucked the young animals away. For three nights running the mothers stood at the gate and lowed pitifully for their children until, finally, their longing eased…The post The Earth Below appeared first on Texas Monthly.