Still Boys

Endless azure sky, and the undulating and untrammeled prairie grasses

Bozeman was small then. Its dusty main street held eight buildings, counting the farrier and the feed store. Recently, a vacant hardware store had been repurposed as a Patagonia outlet. Within, Peter saw signature fabrics in saffron or violet, and loose fitting but purposeful canvas clothing.  So this, he thought, was the California where he […]