Wide open spaces, cowboy poetry, and the senseless death of Lavoy Finicum
Lavoy Finicum will no doubt be painted as a martyr by the occupiers of Malheur refuge in Oregon. I see him as more victim than hero. And I may condemn his actions, but still I mourn his death.
Mr. Finicum seemed to belong to a different time. The ridiculous figure under the blue tarp became eloquent when talking about his loves — the sun and wind on his face, the ranching life, his family. I know absolutely nothing personal about him, but he stirred …
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