Livingston, Big Timber, Reed Point, Columbus, Park City, and Laurel, Montana went by with scarcely a look.Billings is a sad town, but it is the turnof...f to Sheridan. At Crow Agency we were forced onto US 87. We bypassed Lodge Grass. Just a few miles past Aberdeen, we took the long hill and crossed into Wyoming. At Ranchester I stopped at the Tongue River Valley Community Center, begged the phone and called the Kane Ranch.“Mrs. Kane ... I’d like to speak to your husband if I might.”“Yes, Ma’am. I thanked him but insisted I needed to go. Remembering his wedding ring I said the first thing that came to my mind. “I am not sure your wife would appreciate your actions.” “She is fine with anything that happens tonight.” “Well I am not. I really do have to leave.” “Let me walk you to your car.” “No. I need to find my friends. Thank you.” “No thank you for allowing me the privilege of dancing with someone as pretty as you.” My mind was racing. On one hand I was flattered but I on the other I. We found a Wal-Mart and pulled into the parking lot fairly close to the door. I stopped the RV and we got out. I locked the door. We were both carrying pistols and shotguns. We each grabbed a cart and started to pick out the goods we needed. We filled the carts and returned to the front of the store and loaded the RV. I pulled out and found a camping place where we could hook up for the night.Cathy remarked on how few people there were. I told her that news reports had said a three percent. No, no, it wasn't some weirdo waiting to rape a woman getting home late. It was her husband, neglected, horny, and hoping to interest his wife in a nice hot round of "hide the sausage".Melissa was a young medical student, working her way through school by spending her evenings after classes employed at the university's research hospital. She was in still in her early 20s, having excelled in high school and college and graduated from both after just three years in each. She was of average.