Good ole Rawlins, rolled in there in front of a big dust storm in 80 or 81. Hurried into the bar and lo and behold there is the husband of one of the bartenders that worked at Giovales in Rock Springs. Ex I should say and not because of me. She was really nice to me and bought me drinks occasionally taking me home when she thought I drank too much that sort of thing. Back then the woman situation would make a heck of a soap opera and it was sort of a wild west era in Wyoming. At any rate for reasons unknown to me he wanted to fight and I accepted, we go outside and duke it out for about 5 minutes and the dust storm really hits so we go back in the bar, drink til closing and sack out in our trucks. No hard feelings. I truly loved Wyoming like it was back then.

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Dog I rescued in January

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