The day was right. The scenery couldn’t be beat. And the girl could not be better. When we arrived at Carter’s Camp after a day that made many mighty good memories, with two good dogs and John Wayne as my witness, I asked Claire Bow to marry me. And she said yes.
We celebrated with the 4 men at the bar, and the bartender and the cook, and the jukebox. (The cook was married to of one the men, who, as the story would have it, up and moved to Montana from Ohio a few years back.) We took solicited advice on marriage from the impromptu party, and after a few congratulatory and birthday bourbons were slid across the bar, we got two cups of milk to enjoy the chocolate birthday cake Claire’s aunt sent along with us.
congratulations to your both