abn ZEPH YR/ PAS La: A LET FER Dear Jim, Just a little explanation on these old prints. Wes Moreland, standing in the doorway of the railroad station at Ryolite with his red setter. Both lived quite well on steak every day. I believe he remarked that Wes had a local 2005-JANUARY 2006 from HER B and entertained in the upper rooms of Wes’ depot. They were utterly polite and I had not seriously contemplated their occupation nor their desire to visit Ryolite. When we arrived, they embraced Wes and it appeared a familiar Indian that supplied him with beef. "A long rope, a fast horse and a runnin’ gathering of kindred spirits. iron were the necessary tools of the trade.’ In a Jand even now remarkably free of human occupation, one can ride horseback great distances without being encountered with the mecting of As for the interior of the Ryolite bar, Wes was infamously famous for his collection of photos of nudes and near nuded. The walls were covered with a glamorous array of these women. Above the bar, toward the left and amid all the coyote skins, is a large framed nude of particular interest. This was the daughter of Harriman, money other humans. Wes, for some resaon, took a liking to me, and I in turn, found him one of the most fascinating desert people I had the priviledge of mecting. During the second world war years he was one of a few inhabitants at Ryolite, He kept a well stocked bar but as a diabetic, refrained from indulging. It was Wes, you will recall, who ate live ants, prescribed by a Shoshone woman living in an old box car as treatment for his tuberculosis. bag of great repute and president of the New York Central railroad. The gal had a flare for crashing elite parties in Hollywood clad only ina mink coat. When Wes expired, the Depot and accuterments all reverted to two maiden aunts in Georgia. When they arrived at Ryolite and were ushered into the precincts of Wes’ bar and beheld his girls, they promptly fell dead. He expired at least 40 years ago. Regarding the two "ladies of the night’. These gals picked me up as I Your friend, Herb walked across the desert between Beatty and Ryolite. They formerly lived, WHO'S JOLLY? HAS A WHITE BEARD AND SHAKES WHEN HE LAUGHS LIKE A BOWL FULL OF JELLY? THAT'S RIGHT! SANTA BILL!! BUT SCREW THE SLED... I'M A HARLEY DUDE Moab's FIRST & BEST 94 West 100 North Bike 259.5333 rimcyclery.com Shop