Out Our Way: Rez Jack and lions

Out our way, one begins to notice that old codgers like myself enjoy coffee on the porch and memories of the past as much or more than nearly anything else.

This morning, with forest fire raging in all directions here in my now — home in Colorado, I ignore the smoke that hazes up the horizon in all directions and sit with coffee and recollections from Montana.

Some of you recall Jack, the Rez dog my former wife demanded I come and rescue while she was working at Rocky Boy. A face full of porcupine quills needed attention, so I drove out to the Rez — and then back again to the vet and I found I...