If you could choose how you die how would you go? "I'd be 95 years old and catch a stray bullet from a jealous husband while I's crawlin' out a bathroom window." The people and landscape of the American West translate directly into story. By just being they write their own cattle brand of haiku. And every time you think it all fits too neatly into cliche´ a priceless barstool quote or another snow-blanketed sight on the mountain breaks any tired notion open to possibility that pours out all the way to the Pacific. This place lives up to its legend.
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