Tomorrow, then, the Bold Booqueman of Pocatello is heading out, bound east to penetrate the empty rolling hills that cuddle up to the grand Tetons and surround places like Laramie and Caspar, CHeyenne and Sheridan, where the ten-gallon hats go all the way to eleven.

Let us hope he may return unscathed by the noble savages, the wild scalpers, frontmen, hucksters, sharps and cutthroats of the irremediably vicious and violent indigenous Homo Blanco population.