Shoulda been a tweet: Godless
It’s windy in Seattle. I’ve stumbled upon Netflix’s Godless. Mid-way through the second episode. I like this show. It reminds me of the great westerns, and yet it’s different. But not entirely different. I wish I were about to eat some stew from a cast iron something or other freshly removed from an open fire. There’d be a biscuit. Or two.