Yellow Dog Eight
The puffy small white clouds move across the light-blue sky like memories across Larid Johnson''s mind. His memories are of hunting coyotes in old Wyoming for more than thirty years. He remembers the anticipation he felt when moving his pretty, young wife, his two small children, and most of his earthly possessions in the trunk of his Chevy Sport to his new job with the US Fish and Wildlife Servic...
The puffy small white clouds move across the light-blue sky like memories across Larid Johnson''s mind. His memories are of hunting coyotes in old Wyoming for more than thirty years. He remembers the anticipation he felt when moving his pretty, young wife, his two small children, and most of his earthly possessions in the trunk of his Chevy Sport to his new job with the US Fish and Wildlife Servic...
