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You’re welcome. Had it in my mind to put up a general store up there in the Wind Rivers, as you’re coming over the pass into the basin going west, and away from the Hole in the Wall gang’s hideouts. Life didn’t flow that direction, I reckon. Some of the tenderest moments of my life there.

One time, out on the Interstate in the middle of the night, in a Toyota Land Cruiser, there were two bucks on a butte, fighting over a doe that was standing off to the side. A full moon was rising behind them, and it lit them all with stagelights Ziegfeld would have been proud of. The doe even sheepishly looked down and away. Stopped the jeep. Right out there on the Interstate. Just to watch. Early summer. Big old moon. High drama.

Then there was the time, later on, driving out past old Bill Cody’s Wyoming retreat, which was in the middle of a high-walled canyon like is out Wyoming way. Here came this thunderstorm and lightning worthy of “The Ten Commandments” at the Red Sea. Rain! Rain! More! Rain! And then lightning and thunder barrel rolling down those canyons like Paul Bunyan’d like to chase old Babe back to Minnesota but quick. Even the wind sheered to wave the tall grass away from Paul & Babe as they was a wrastlin down toward eastern pastures.