The Downfall of Ross Dent
by Lee Aaron Wilson
The sensation of flying was wonderful. Arms out-flung and back arched, Ross Dent flew to meet the clouds. The flight came to a sudden stop as he thudded to the ground. Busting broncs was his job, if it didn’t kill him. He wanted to scream and lay there, until he saw her. A beautiful young woman, blond-haired and blue-eyed, smiled at him. Had he died and gone to heaven after all?