Small Wyoming town with no sidewalks nor stoplights
A three story mansion across the street from a mobile home
Propane tanks rather than gas lines from public utilities
A horse and two mules in one backyard
With a view of the tavern
One paved street
300 people
200 dogs
No zoning
Plenty of free parking
Warning: If you are a lover of bats, the following post contains disturbing material.
An erratic flight pattern by something crosses the TV screen in the dark room. We know what it is. We have had this experience many times before.
I turn on the lights in the room and we try to spot where the creature has landed.
My wife, Sugar, is my spotter. She tells me to look at the third log from the top, right of the smoke detector. I grab my trusty Red Ryder BB gun and take aim. POW!
The winged creature drops to the floor. The wings close around the body of the deceased. It is a goner. Another one bites the dust.
Not everyone shoots BB guns inside one’s home. But I ain’t everyone. I am a special marksman living in a log home with high ceilings.
We like bats flying around outside, presumably eating bugs. But inside? That’s where I draw the line.
Shootin' the Breeze 
Cowboy Gathering
Folks from across the West
From Wyoming, Colorado, New Mexico, Texas
From Nebraska, Oklahoma, Arizona, Utah
From South Dakota, Montana, Nevada
And even from California.
Open microphone on the stage in the park
Later taking turns singing around the campfire
Or saying poems or telling tales
My kind of crowd
Gathered at Encampment, Wyoming
For three days
The fourteenth annual cowboy gathering
Of which I have been to five
Attending with Miss Texas