Nineteen year old Tim Miller quit the ranch job he had held since the day he turned fifteen. He told his boss Mister Orlando Montano, he wanted to travel a bit before he got too old to stay in a saddle twelve hours a day. “Now Tim, you know this will always be your home. Come back anytime and we will be happy to see you.” Tim slowly rode out headed toward Raton, but looked back several times. Was he doing the right thing? A week later when he got within a few miles short of La Veta Colorado, and found a rancher sitting beside a Ponderosa Pine with a bullet in his leg, he guessed maybe God had sent him on this route.