By Scott McMillion
Out on the prairie between Malta and Saco, halfway between the Missouri River and the Canadian border, out where the hot water bubbles from the ground, a man and his preacher bent over a horseshoe pit and had a discussion.
The preacher maintained his shoe had fallen close enough to the pin to score a point. His opponent disagreed, but only briefly.
“Okay,” he conceded. “We’ll go with the Lord on that one.
Then they both grinned.
And the horseshoes sailed.