Mom and Dad, in the wake of winter '96 and '7

Following that winter, I was more determined
than ever to run buffalo.


Death on Rabbit Creek

In April there came a rain, melting those miles
and miles of accumulated snow, which was
followed by another blizzard. The next day we got
word that half of the cattle we had out on shares
were missing. We were to find them, heavy with
calf, frozen under the ice on Rabbit Creek.

Later that spring we burried the dead in mass
graves.
AN EXPERIENCE
I HOPE NEVER TO
WITNESS AGAIN