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Show Page 69 She wanted to become a ranger in the area of her beloved Brown's Park. She was to be disappointed. When her application was submitted for approval, it was rejected by then Secretary of Agriculture Wilson because the law required a male applicant. "For the slapdash reason that I happened to be female," wrote Ann, "I was forced to withdraw my application." In the following years, the closest Ann lived to Brown's Park was when she and her husband moved to Denver, Colorado in 1937. They later moved on to Utah. It was there, in Leeds, Utah, that Ann died in May, 1956, at the age of seventy-eight. The West had lost one of its most colorful characters and Brown's Park had lost the one person who probably loved it best. After her marriage to Willis, Ann had never again lived in her valley. Perhaps her husband's employment prevented her from returning. Perhaps she foresaw the future and didn't want to be there when farmers moved in to fence the land and plow the fields of grass. She did, however, return to visit. Many years went by rwrote AnnJ before I returned to my "sacred cow," Brown's Park. . . Brown's Park brought back a poignant longing to dash away and drive an avalanche of Two Bar cattle back across the divide. Then I would awaken from my dream to discover that I have been |