Tacos and Root Beer in Cheyenne on a Patio with Dogs, Kids, ‘Bags’ and a New Friend

Bucking broncos, herds of grazing cattle on undulating plains, and maybe a dusty Union Pacific freight train stretched out to kiss the horizon squarely on the lips. These are, if I’m not being too presumptuous, what you (and to be fair, most everyone) would impulsively think of if playing a […]