A river runs through this swath of ranch land, snaking in serpentine contours throughwillows and winters, destined for the nearby fertile plain to the south. Just before sheempties into the basin, she joins another moving band of water, on her own journeyfrom headwaters in the same mountain range.Their power and beauty is greater at the confluence.I walk that river now, alone, almost there, lost in song.Well, almost alone.Are you haunted by your dreams/do you walk with ghosts/do they call out an...