It's nice to have friends like that ,they stay forever in your mind. I used to live in Montana, Billings, was a contractor there back in the mid 60's to 86then left due to a divorce. I became a Masonry Contractor, Brick, Block, Stone, Stone was my favorite as there was a lot of native stone out in the fields. Little did I know that asking the Ranchers if I could haul the stone off the field without driving off the roads would give me some of the best friendships I have had in my life. one old cowboy whose first name was Slim he had about 2000 acers of prairie and washes . He would never charge me for the stone, said anyone who would pack those 100 # rocks around was half nuts, with a smile he'd say it in his 90 year old gravely voice. Slim was about 6'2", if he could straighten up he would of been 6'6 or so. He built the cabin they lived in back in about 1913 Married his wife had a Daughter that left for school in the late 30's . He wore high top Convers, Levi's and plaid pale blue shirts with only 2 buttons buttoned , no shoe strigs in his Convers as they made his feet hurt. His favorite drink was Old Crow ,I'd take him a gallon jug of it out about every 3 weeks on Saturday morning. Every time I would show up He'd say Pete ya gota stay for breakfast, those old cowboys and their wives new how to cook. This was back in the 70's have not seen him since I left Montana but I hope to see him on the prairie some day riding that old sway back that was always in in the coral, Pete