He is a master of writing about light. And emotions. And hard friendships. And harder love. He should be. Spragg is a man (not a guy) who grew up working 12 hours a day at ranching, real ranching.
Their story runs like a hard back road: gorgeous and tricky, held in light that "grinds against the shadows" — the light of the Real West. Spragg continues to honor the gifts he demonstrated in his essay collection, Where Rivers Change Direction. And we are the lucky recipients.
The Fruit of Stone, Mark Spragg, Riverhead Books. 2002. 287 pages. Hardcover: $24.95.