In winter, 1969, two friends and I were hunting grizzlies on the south shore of the Lesser Slave Lake in Northern Alberta. We rode down off of a ridge and through what remained of an abandoned ranch. The barn was tumbled in, the fences down and the old log style house stood open to those winds that never cease. One of my hunting partners had ranched near there for a number of years. He told us the story of the family that had homesteaded there many years before. This is their story.
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