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view that was typical for the twilight hour. He hadn’t been aware that it had grown so late while he was wrapped up in reading the map and trail guide.
Seeing nothing unusual outside, he moved to the doorway and cautiously opened it. A soft breeze flowed through the opening and the wild grass outside bent with the rise and fall of the wind. There was nothing out of the ordinary that he could see. His truck rested right where he had parked it. The chairs on the front porch were undisturbed. Everything seemed to be in its proper place.
Jake closed the door, twisting the lock a little more attentively than he usually did. Without turning the lights back on, he made a circle of the house, checking latches and briefly looking out of each window. Still he found nothing unusual. The sound must have been an animal running through the property, he decided. It was not uncommon.
To calm his nerves, he returned to the main room and opened a tall, oak cabinet. He pulled out a round glass snifter and a decanter of brandy, setting it on the small table beside his chair. He poured a generous serving and settled back, taking a gulp, followed by a few smaller sips. The warmth of the sweet liqueur spread down his throat and into his chest. He took several deep breaths and finally found himself relaxing. It had been nothing, he figured. Just the normal sounds of the open range, the regular noises to expect when living in this territory.
CHAPTER THREE
It was still light when Paige returned to her cabin, even after making additional stops to run errands along the way. At the post office, she had dropped off a handful of postcards to friends back east. In the local thrift store, she had browsed around for a few more items.
She parked her car in front of the cabin, unloading a reading lamp and a large, oval, braided rug that she had found at the thrift store. Taking these inside, she made a second trip to her car for a small bag of groceries, which she took inside and put away. She set fresh fruit and banana nut muffins on the table, next to the coffee pot. This would cover breakfast the following morning.
While it was still light, Paige brought in an armful of firewood and stacked it to the left of the fireplace, where it would be ready for use later on in the evening. She pulled a chair up to the small writing table and pulled out her laptop. It was time to start outlining her notes so far, transferring them from the small notepad where she had been jotting down brief tidbits over the last few days.
Jackson Hole – Notes
*Jackson Hole is named after fur trapper David E. Jackson, an early partner in the Rocky Mountain Fur Company. Originally named Jackson’s Hole, referring to the entire valley as a “hole,” it was later changed to simply Jackson Hole.
Pre-1800 – Area was used by Native Americans for hunting and fishing. Tribes included Shoshone, Nez Perce, Crow, Blackfeet and others.
1803 – Lewis and Clark expedition organized by Thomas Jefferson. Expedition reports helped inspire westward movement.
1806-1808 – John Colter, a member of the Lewis and Clark group, traveled into Jackson Hole to scout for fur trading.
1845 – Fur trapping declined as styles changed. Other means of earning income were developed, including the opening of early dude ranches, aimed at bringing visitors in to enjoy the area’s hiking, fishing, hunting and scenery.
1862 – The Homestead Act allowed settlers to claim land for the price of making improvements. Many settlers arrived, both American and European. Early settlers included John Holland and John and Millie Carnes.
1871-1878 – The Hayden Surveys officially named many landmarks, including Jenny Lake and Leigh Lake.
1872 – Yellowstone, just north of Jackson Hole, became the world’s first national park.
1888 - Population of the valley was 20 men, 2 women and 1 child.
1889 – The first Mormons migrated to Jackson
Seeing nothing unusual outside, he moved to the doorway and cautiously opened it. A soft breeze flowed through the opening and the wild grass outside bent with the rise and fall of the wind. There was nothing out of the ordinary that he could see. His truck rested right where he had parked it. The chairs on the front porch were undisturbed. Everything seemed to be in its proper place.
Jake closed the door, twisting the lock a little more attentively than he usually did. Without turning the lights back on, he made a circle of the house, checking latches and briefly looking out of each window. Still he found nothing unusual. The sound must have been an animal running through the property, he decided. It was not uncommon.
To calm his nerves, he returned to the main room and opened a tall, oak cabinet. He pulled out a round glass snifter and a decanter of brandy, setting it on the small table beside his chair. He poured a generous serving and settled back, taking a gulp, followed by a few smaller sips. The warmth of the sweet liqueur spread down his throat and into his chest. He took several deep breaths and finally found himself relaxing. It had been nothing, he figured. Just the normal sounds of the open range, the regular noises to expect when living in this territory.
CHAPTER THREE
It was still light when Paige returned to her cabin, even after making additional stops to run errands along the way. At the post office, she had dropped off a handful of postcards to friends back east. In the local thrift store, she had browsed around for a few more items.
She parked her car in front of the cabin, unloading a reading lamp and a large, oval, braided rug that she had found at the thrift store. Taking these inside, she made a second trip to her car for a small bag of groceries, which she took inside and put away. She set fresh fruit and banana nut muffins on the table, next to the coffee pot. This would cover breakfast the following morning.
While it was still light, Paige brought in an armful of firewood and stacked it to the left of the fireplace, where it would be ready for use later on in the evening. She pulled a chair up to the small writing table and pulled out her laptop. It was time to start outlining her notes so far, transferring them from the small notepad where she had been jotting down brief tidbits over the last few days.
Jackson Hole – Notes
*Jackson Hole is named after fur trapper David E. Jackson, an early partner in the Rocky Mountain Fur Company. Originally named Jackson’s Hole, referring to the entire valley as a “hole,” it was later changed to simply Jackson Hole.
Pre-1800 – Area was used by Native Americans for hunting and fishing. Tribes included Shoshone, Nez Perce, Crow, Blackfeet and others.
1803 – Lewis and Clark expedition organized by Thomas Jefferson. Expedition reports helped inspire westward movement.
1806-1808 – John Colter, a member of the Lewis and Clark group, traveled into Jackson Hole to scout for fur trading.
1845 – Fur trapping declined as styles changed. Other means of earning income were developed, including the opening of early dude ranches, aimed at bringing visitors in to enjoy the area’s hiking, fishing, hunting and scenery.
1862 – The Homestead Act allowed settlers to claim land for the price of making improvements. Many settlers arrived, both American and European. Early settlers included John Holland and John and Millie Carnes.
1871-1878 – The Hayden Surveys officially named many landmarks, including Jenny Lake and Leigh Lake.
1872 – Yellowstone, just north of Jackson Hole, became the world’s first national park.
1888 - Population of the valley was 20 men, 2 women and 1 child.
1889 – The first Mormons migrated to Jackson
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