Before I get back to the story I was scribbling I wanted to share some information I just received.
Our old pal Harley Dodge Dart was found dead by some hunters last fall. He was in his old pick-up on yet another narrow, dirt road in the Montana mountains around the Bitterroot. Foul play was not suspected.
I guess he was found not far from his “ranch”. Of course calling his place a ranch is about like calling Esmerelda a limo.
You might remember Harley from an adventure we shared a few years ago. I wrote about it HERE.
I wonder who will replace him in the library of fascinating old characters that have earned a place in this ancient world?
Harley Dodge Dart