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Two Pleasant Surprises: High Plains Drifter Revisited
Dreams from the LORD 2007-2010
17 November 2010
About five days ago I was hitchhiking south of Columbus, Montana and this guy picked me up. He drove me to Absarokee.
I told him that I had been hitchhiking for a number of years. I also said that my book High Plains Drifter was published two years ago. He said that a friend of his from Forsyth, Montana saw my book at the public library there and had read it. I never told him that my book was at the library in Forsyth. That was a pleasant surprise.
18 November 2010
This morning I hitchhiked from Victor, Idaho to Wilson, Wyoming. I got dropped off at this gas station in Wilson and I bought a candy bar there. As I walked through Wilson heading towards Jackson, I saw this guy walking to his vehicle that was parked on the shoulder. He looked at me and I looked at him; I thought I recognized him.
He pointed at me and I walked up to him and said something like, “I know you. You’re the guy from Scotland.” (Actually, I think his dad was from Scotland.)
We shook hands and hugged each other. His name was Ian. Ian had picked me up about a year ago and he took me to his place in Wilson and we had a cup of tea; we had a great talk. I think Ian has picked me up twice coming out of Jackson.
So Ian and I were talking and he said, “I read your book and loved it!”
“What?!” I exclaimed. “Wow, no one has ever said that to me before. Thanks. I hope you got something out of it.”
Ian told me that a friend of his bought a copy of High Plains Drifter for him.
We talked for a while longer and then he said that he and his friend were going up to Teton Pass to go skiing. We shook hands and parted company.
God’s timing is always perfect. I could have gotten a ride from Victor to Jackson, but no, the Lord had me dropped off in Wilson instead. It was good to see Ian again. I am guessing I will run into him again in the near future.
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