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Penny De Los Santos

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Margaret G. Zackowitz

In most cases these accounts are edited versions of a spoken interview. They have not been researched and may differ from the printed article.

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Penny De Los Santos

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    Writer Maggie Zackowitz and I got an appointment with a cowboy who came from one of the original families to settle in Kelly. We drove out to his ranch, and the scenery was amazing. His place sat on top of a hill overlooking a beautiful lake. Visually, it couldn't have been more perfect.
    When we pulled up, he walked out of his farmhouse with his wife and dog behind him. This guy was one of those beautiful cowboys with a weathered face and dirty Wranglers, kind of like the Marlboro man.
    After talking with him for a few hours, I asked if I could spend a day with him while he worked. He invited me to come back Saturday. I arrived early in the morning and went out with his family to herd cattle. We put in an 18-hour day. Even though I felt completely depleted, I loved every minute of my time with them. 

    While staying in a yurt one night, I woke up after I felt something rubbing against it from the outside, next to my head. This lasted almost all night, and I was so freaked out from wondering who or what it was that I hardly got any sleep. I found my answer the next morning when I opened the door, completely exhausted, and saw that a bison had left fresh scat just outside.  

    I temporarily stored a large box of film in an old building at the Teton Science Schools. It was once part of a dude ranch and had a reputation for being haunted.
    One morning I stopped by at 5 a.m. and started opening the box so I could grab some film, when I suddenly felt a cold breeze and heard "Hi, Penny!" I looked up, but there was no one there. I immediately got the hell out of there.


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