In the summer of 1953, I was 5, and my fondest dream was to grow up to be a cowboy/priest. My father worked for the electric company, but had been the Cheyenne Kid in his younger days. So he told me.

On a central downtown corner, a vast shop in a bright red historic building reflects the heart of Cheyenne, Wyoming. Of course, a cowboy hat is de rigueur here in the boundless West, and you could get ...

Country music over the loudspeakers was sporadically interrupted by shouts of "Pascual!" throughout Boot Barn on Saturday morning. Pascual Cisneros, 10, of Yakima hurriedly wandered the store on First ...