No one becomes a writer alone. Although it is a solitary pursuit, the pursuit of writing requires saddle pals to blaze the trail, to lead the way, to lend a hand.
There have been many writers I consider saddle pals who have ridden off into that sunset of the great beyond. In one way or another, in ways large and small, they have helped me in my attempts to be a writer. And I will never forget that. Or them.
Here are the names of some of those saddle pals. Some you may recognize, some not. But all are heroes in their own way—at least to me, and, I suspect, many others.
· Dale Walker—historian, writer, and editor extraordinaire
· Elmer Kelton—gentleman and all-time great Western writer
· Dusty Richards—made a career of helping other writers find a career
· Frank Roderus—ever encouraging, ever helpful, ever informative
· Don Kennington—kind and considerate, talented beyond measure
· Pat Richardson—rollicking rhymester steeped in wry humor
Even though they are gone, for me they will never go away.