I’ve always been fascinated with the American West but I can’t tell you why. It’s not as if I grew up on a ranch raising livestock or caring for crops. My family lived in a nice Southern California tract house, complete with the requisite swimming pool. My parents were white-collar professionals busy raising four children and, to my knowledge, nobody in my extended family ever wore anything resembling western wear. I spent years in the Boy Scouts and enjoyed sleeping under the stars, but so did many of my childhood friends and none of them grew up wishing they could climb on a horse and drive cattle.
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