I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences
Gaze at the moon ’til I lose my senses
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever, but I ask you please
Don’t fence me in
— Cole Porter & Robert Fletcher
Following the trail of one very tough old man through New Mexico’s back country
Tracking Nana 