I got off at Agua Caliente intending to stop at the store, but it'd morphed into a spanking new Chevron. My notes suggested the north side wasn't too exciting so I went the other way.
A mile or so later Jay and his trailer made it too tight to get by without at least a "howdy." But then, we commenced.
As the most decorated police officer in the history of Trenton, N.J., now turned cattle-rancher, I quickly made an appointment for an interview. We met by the water tanks down the road from the mile-marker 8 cattle guard.
