Toe Tag Diary
A Good Man
Although long vanished, the American West
of the 1800’s was home to a unique breed of men
known as Range Riders.
Nearly always alone, for weeks they would ride
the open range in search of lost strays that had
wandered away from the main herd.
Often, when the weather went bad, their only
hope was to find refuge in the nearest Line Shack
until the storm passed.
Open to any rider in need, each Line Shack
offered a supply of dry firewood and a nearby
spring.
Thus was born the finest compliment a man
could earn in the wilderness days of Old West.
“He left the woodpile higher than
when he found it.”
So it was with our dear friend Nick Navarro.
John and Donna deGroot
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