|Invisible mountain morning|
…The rain had driven everybody indoors. The stock pens east of town were filled with cattle waiting to be loaded onto trains, so after doing chores, the cowboys had a good excuse to visit the saloons to get out of the lousy weather. The Horseshoe [Saloon] smelled like cigar smoke, beer, whiskey, and cow manure.
- Phyllis de la Garza, Railroad Avenue
|Willcox Railroad Park cottonwood in frost on cold Thursday morning|