We drove across South Pass again, this the weekend before Christmas, just as we did each Friday afternoon. We didn’t get a Christmas tree because we would not be staying. Taking all of our packages over the mountain this week prior to Christmas, because the next week, as soon as school was over, we’d head…
The saga of Bessey Stacy Badger, my great-grandmother’s mother, who homesteaded with her husband, Leland, is a story of equality. They homesteaded in eastern Wyoming in the late eighteen hundred’s. Wyoming was known as the “equality state”, a fortunate state for Bessey and Leland to choose to homestead. This is not a story about Leland. …
A wind blows cold against bare flesh; a heavy mask lingers impenetrable to the heavy cloak of night, by even the deceiving moon.
I grew up listening to my Granddaddy’s stories about his father’s sheep company in central Wyoming.
Comedy Of A Cowgirl 