- November 08, 2013
- Posted by David Stout
Bill tramps out in front of me through the greasewood that grows up along North Willow Creek. The stream makes its way along the sandstone protrusion known as Big Wall that emerges like the spine of the massive prairie we walk through. My first feeling when I came to Bill’s ranch was that we were standing at the edge of a great rolling plain stretching over the Missouri into Canada. Standing before the prairie you sense a place out of time that is an unbroken and impossible landscape.