One Nation, Under God

I think of it often

Sept. 15 and it wasn’t unusual to have already experienced a snowstorm or two by then.

A storm dumped two feet of snow on the mountains Sept. 9 when I was working for an outfitter in Cooke City in 1970. I’d never seen such a thing. One day it was summer and the next it wasn’t even close. Half of the horses ran off during the night. When it came time to take the hunters into camp on the 14th we had to borrow stock to fill out the string.

I ended up riding a black mule. The critter had no withers and the saddle rode up on his neck. However, he was well broke and tolerated me sitting up...

 

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