"Hello, hunters and outdoorsmen everywhere! This is Bruce Dewitt, and welcome to The Oklahoma Sportsman, where each week we bring you another exciting outdoor adventure. Today, we’re out in the wheat ﬁelds in northern Oklahoma, going after one of the trickiest and most clever game animals to be had up here in this part of the state: the elusive but dreaded North American ﬁeld mouse. We’re right out in the middle of one of the legendary wheat ﬁelds in this place that is called
“Oui, Oui” said Fiﬁ , so Ben took her into the bedroom and pointed out the bathroom. Being a gentleman, he turned to walk out the door. “Monsieur, Oui, Oui.” “I know, I’ll be right outside.” Ben kept walking. “Monsieur! Oui . . Oui!” “Now look … if you got to go, you’ve got to go. Just go ahead and go!” Ben left the room and never heard the sobbing. *** Ben had come to Paris for a purpose. He was staying in a nice hotel near the Eiﬀel Tower. It was his ﬁrst time in France.
Ben had never been in this place before—a huge room, found at the end of the long hallway, just oﬀ the main entrance. Residents were not allowed in that area without a special pass. Ben had one today, for the ﬁrst time. The light was low … the room dimly lit by burning sticks of incense … candlelight faintly ﬂickering on the ceilings and walls. Ben could make out shapes huddled in the middle of the large, tall room. Strange, haunting tinkling sounds could be heard softly comi
My friend Ben used to watch old Lewis hobble along the sidewalk of the downtown square back in Enid, Oklahoma. Lewis always had his crutches, one under each arm, and he literally dragged his legs and feet along as he pivoted the crutches back and forth. He had gotten really good at it. Ben had seen him going along without missing a beat even when the streets and sidewalks were covered with a layer of ice. Ben never knew how Lewis became crippled, and he could not remember a