We seemed to ride aimlessly across snow-covered hills.

“Tell me about my father. What was he like?” I asked.

“Well, he was funny. And he was scary smart—had a way of knowing something was going to happen before it even happened… it was just plain eerie.”

“How so?”

“For instance, one time, we were out mending fences, and outta nowhere, he jumped on his horse and said he needed to get back to the barn. I asked him what ...