Five miles west of Inverness there was nothing but desert. No farms, no irrigation, no people, nothing but desert. Desert is sagebrush and lava and buttes and wild animals, including antelope, jackrabbits, and of course coyotes to chase the other animals around, maybe catch them for dinner and leave the leftovers for the buzzards.There were also supposed to be some wild horses out there, though we never actually saw any, we only saw the corrals people in the olden days used to herd them into. I don’t know why, probably for the rodeos, maybe for the meat, who knows.
And in the distance you could see the mountains on all sides except the west, which extended to hell and gone until you ran out of sagebrush and desert creatures. On a clear day you could see the Grand Teton way over at the northeast edge of the world, just standing there tall and serene like it was keeping watch over your comings and goings, ready to frown on you when you gave in to your temptations and to cheer you on when you did something spectacular or even a little bit worthwhile.