LIGHT YEARS

“I REMEMBER LEROY NOW IN GIFTS OF LIGHT WE ONCE SHARED… LIKE FALL SUNLIGHT THROUGH YELLOW LEAVES BESIDE A CREEK.”

eroy grew up a sheepman under a snaking line of buttes 40 miles south of Gillette, Wyoming. By the time I knew him, he had sold off the sheep, leased the ranchland, collected petroleum royalties, pack-trained into