Some of the wide open desolate ranges of the west made me wonder about those lone cowboys riding the grub line or just going to another range in search of work. The distance must have seemed to take ages to cross and most likely never saw another soul in the crossing. Self reliance was a given, no one was going to come to the rescue if things went wrong.
December 29th, 2015
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