The needle hovered between marker 45 and marker 50 as I looked north from my constantly changing western position. To the north was a herd of deer moving parallel to the small convoy of friends as we traveled down a dirt road easily 70 miles from any modern asphalt road. The connection was almost immediate. The need to move across the country, not necessarily quickly, but quickly because the world around us was as big as any eye can see at any given time and demanded rapid movement. I felt the savagery of their species and I want to know more. George Straight has a song called “Cowboys Like Us” that I have a strange connection with. It's not that I consider myself a cowboy or even close to it, but that this song is about an inner desire to occasionally attempt to answer why there is a desire to 'to be, well, for lack of a better word, wild. Not wild in the sense that you might see a PCP addicted client on the TV show Cops, but wild in the way that you would see a little boy in the backyard fighting bad guys to save the world, because girls aren't there yet. ...