When I was 2-1/2, my mother was about ready to give birth to my brother. Now as I have mentioned, we lived on a ranch on the side of a mountain far from Cody, WY. In the fall my dad was a guide and outfitter for hunting trips into Yellowstone park, so he was gone. So in September, he moved us into town, into a small apartment that his friend and fellow Canadian--Sheriff Kinkade--had on his property.
All this was so new to me, a huge lawn, the swing I'm standing on, and a small pond surrounded by his prize bleeding hearts. They were so attractive, and drew me like a magnet. I touched them, then pulled one off and dropped it into the water. By the time my mom got to me, I had stripped off nearly all the prize flowers from his plants.
|Sheriff Harley Kinkade|