her vision dropped to below, seeing the boot, spur snagged tight in the cack, she knew then that he would never be coming back. How would she survive? How could she keep herself and her baby alive? What would she do? Her body told her soon she'd be fending for two. She looked up into the Big Horns and on into the sky and knew, that in God's Grace, she must get by. She persevered, not one day did she ever quit, She hung on and kept on and stuck to it, Battered by life and circumstances til she was worn, never giving up as her lonely journey started the day my Grandpa was born.