Charlie Manson’s Home on the Range

No deer and no antelope. But strange sounds for a blind man’s ear.

  1. The horse wrangler, tall and ruggedly handsome, placed his hands on the hips of a pretty girl wearing white bell-bottomed trousers and casually lifted her onto a hitching post near the stable; then, voluntarily, almost automatically, she spread her legs and he stood between her, moving slowly from side to side and up and down, stroking her long blonde hair while her arms and fingers caressed his back. Not quickly or eagerly but quite passively, indolently, a mood harmonious with his own. They continued their slow erotic slumber for several moments under the mid-morning sun, swaying silently and looking without expression into one another’s eyes, seeming totally unaware of their own lack of privacy and the smell of horse manure near their feet and the thousands of flies buzzing around them and the automobile that had just come down the dusty road and was now parked, motor idling, with a man inside calling through an open window to where the wrangler stood between the girl...

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Originally published in Esquire, March 1970

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