The Day The Cowboys Got Lassoed For A Loss

True, perhaps, but a large body of the fans is unlikely to share this viewpoint. Just being there was an ordeal. The weather was not exactly chamber of commerce perfect. High winds, constant snow and 10� temperatures provoked grumbling, some of it in jest. Overlooking the weather, there were those who complained about the almost monastic atmosphere of the town, which sits between the Laramie and Medicine Bow mountains. Little did they know that once Laramie was the haven—"with the exception of a few good and noble men and women—of gamblers, highwaymen, garroters, shady ladies and their necessary companions."

By Sunday morning, however, most of them had forgotten their complaints. They had watched good wrestling, gloried at the price being paid, and now they would travel home and talk of cradles and head levers and cackle at a singular fact: There is, at last, a loser in Stillwater.