My shy wolf was nowhere to be seen as I rode north. But in its place campers and cars with early morning photographers had begun to spring up. The pronghorn herd was still there, and I spied a large bird…

My shy wolf was nowhere to be seen as I rode north. But in its place campers and cars with early morning photographers had begun to spring up. The pronghorn herd was still there, and I spied a large bird…