Can you imagine a hundred and fifty years ago. A wagon train of settlers bogged down in the mud for weeks. Waiting for the weather to break.
The dirt streets of the then Cattle crowded streets of Bozeangles starting point ( or ending point ) of the Bozeman trail . Chinese and Irish railroad workers mixing with cattle barons, cowboys, settlers , hookers and lawyers, all waiting for the rain to break, while the Bozeman merchants get rich off their captive customers.
For the natives this was probably a good time . The invaders were slowed in their immigration into the diminishing refuge of the wilderness.
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