I found myself heading north up I-25 to the City in my truck. I was working on the horse corral with my neighbors when Kay called me. I lived on a little property that my family had owned for several years just outside of a small college town on the Rio Grande. Kay and I had met in my early twenties while I was working at the local bar. My job that night she showed up the first time was checking IDs, and Kay, who was a fe...