Excerpt: Dan Diego and the Midnight Cactus

Once upon a time, Dan Diego fell in love. This is not that story, though. Dan Diego doesn't even remember that story himself. Only, every once in awhile (once in a full moon) Dan Diego smells a scent of rose over jasmine, a scent of toilet bowls in nice hotels, a mango dropping onto sand, the ocean rolling over kelp and expired crabs, the moon low on the horizon. He smells this and feels a feeling. That is all. Just a feeling, a slight movement in the heart. The normal observer couldn't see a lick of difference, but Dan can feel his heart pause, his blood vessels constrict, his brain daring itself to take a little adventure out of the mundane and into the realm of memory.

But what good is memory to a Cowboy?