title: The Bull Rider's Advice: New and Selected Poems (Prairie Plains Series No. 10)
author:  David Allan Evans 
description: David Allan Evans began college on a football scholarship at Augustana. He has degrees from Morningside College in Sioux City, Iowa, University of Iowa, and University of Arkansas. He has won writing grants from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Bush Artist Foundation. He has traveled extensively with his wife, Jan, and has twice been a Fulbright Scholar in China. He lives in Brookings, South Dakota, where he is a professor of English and Writer in Residence at South Dakota State University. His short stories, poems, and nonfiction have been published in numerous magazines and journals and in over 60 anthologies, including: Heartland: Poets of the Midwest, Best Poems of 1969 (Borestone Awards), The HBJ Treasury of Literature, Poetspeak, Imagining Home: Writing from the Midwest, As Far as I Can See, Voices in the Landscape: Contemporary Iowa Poets, Motion: The Anthology of American Sports Poems, The Norton Book of Sports, and Splash! Great Writing about Swimming and Diving. Evans was appointed Poet Laureate of South Dakota in 2002.
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  Lonely On The Mountain
  
  ** The Sacketts — Book 14**
  
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  ## CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  
  The sun lay bright upon the land ahead and bright upon the three horsemen who
  rode to meet us.
  
  Cap glanced around. "Good boy," he said. "Brandy's facin' the other way. So's
  Lin."
  
  The Indians were behind us and to the right, concealed from the riders by the
  brush.
  
  "There will be more of them," Cap said.
  
  "There will," I agreed, and glanced at the small lake that lay ahead and to
  the right. It was likely they would attack from the left and try to drive us
  toward the lake. The three riders were too obvious.
  
  "Howdy, boys! Huntin' for something?"
  
  "Lookin' to buy cattle." The speaker was a big, bearded man in a buckskin coat
  worked with blue and red beads. He had a rifle in his hand and a fur cap.
  
  "Sorry. These are not for sale."
  
  "Make you a good offer?