About the author....Bette Wolf Duncan writes:

              While life took me out of the West, it did not take the West out of me. My maternal grandparents were among the very early settlers in the Dakota territory. They homesteaded near Wahpeton, North Dakota. Wahpeton was the second white settlement in what is now North Dakota. The first settler there was Morgan T. Rich in  1869.  Two years later, in 1871, he was followed by my ancestors- Albert (Alva) Chezik and my great grandfather, Mathias (Laurenc) Lawrence. A year after that, they  were followed by more ancestors of mine, the Formanek family. My  grandfather, Frank Lawrence, was born in Wahpeton in 1874, Currently, in a park in Wahpeton, there is a monument that commemorates the founding of the town by pioneers, Albert, Joseph and Frank Chezik and John, Joseph, and Frank Formanek. A second memorial commemorates the site where the first church service for a white congregation was held in the Dakota Territory other than at the U.S. Army post, Fort Abercrombie. It was conducted in the Albert Chezik "dug-out".

      My paternal grandparents, Herman and Emma Wolf, were among the second wave of farmers/ranchers who came to Montana. They took out a homestead in Huntley Project, MT in 1906. My grandfather raised draft horses. He sold most of them to the Northern Pacific RR. At that time, the railroad required a vast amount of timber for ties and for bridge construction; and he hauled logs for the railroad from the Bull Mountains. His wagon train traveled across the country at night until dawn. (This was Indian country; and there was always the fear that you would lose your animals...maybe more.) After my grandparents proved up on this homestead, they sold it and bought a nice ranch in Stillwater County, about 40 miles to the west. I was born on this ranch in 1930- the beginning of the Great Depression.

       I spent my childhood and completed all my undergraduate schooling in Billings, MT. I lived just below the rims; and used to spend days hiking, looking for arrowheads, and  exploring caves. Every summer was filled with rodeos. The Lindermans and Greenoughs of Rodeo fame, were more than names. My mother was  a high school acquaintance of both Alice and Marge Greenough.   And when there wasn't a rodeo, there was fishing, camping, hiking, exploring, and panning for gold outside of Yellowstone Park, around Cook City and Silver Gate. That was back in the days before all the campsites were overrun with people, and before the streams were all fished out.

        I married a cowboy from Roberts, Montana - Bill Duncan.   Bill was raised on the family ranch. It was situated about 10 miles out of Red Lodge , the gateway to Yellowstone Park and the Beartooth Mountains. It was also only about 12 or so miles away from the Linderman ranch. As a small boy, he and his brother Pete rode bareback on bucking calves with Bud Linderman, pretending to be rodeo stars.  (Bud later became a World Champion bareback rider.)  Bill was active on the family ranch.  In Spring, he helped drive cattle about 50 miles from the home base, to higher leased ranges on the Crow Indian Reservation. In Fall, he helped drive them back. He figured he'd been on about 20 such cattle drives. Bill was one of a six man group of students that during the 1950s, were instrumental in getting rodeo accepted as a collegiate sport at Montana State College in Bozeman. While Bill carved new trails after graduation, he was a "cowboy" until the day he died.

        Many of my poems are based on events in Bill's life. The poem "Rustler's Roost"  (featured  in my first book, "RUSSELL COUNTRY"), is about a band of rustlers that operated out of the Big Horn Mountains. As head of a nine member crew that surveyed the Big Horn Mountains prior to the construction of the Yellowtail Dam, Bill traveled through country that few white people have ever seen. In the five months they were there, they lived chiefly off of the abundant game to be found in the Bighorns. In a very remote section of the Big Horns, the crew came across a narrow pass into the canyon.  It had a heavy chain attached to a hook in the granite wall. It was stretched across the pass, and across the adjacent river.  Past the boulders, there was a pathway to a fertile plateau.  It had long been rumored that there was a band of rustlers that operated out of the Big Horn Mountains; and this apparently was the place. The entire area is now under water; and is part of the Yellowtail Dam Reservoir. Bill was fortunate to have seen this bit of Montana history and to have experienced the wild west in a way that few people living today have known. "Shaney Ridge" and "Empty Cradle Sad" are accounts of actual events in the lives of his grandparents, Emma and Caleb Duncan. They both came from Canada in the 1880s; and were among the first ranchers to settle in southeastern Montana. All three of the foregoing poems are featured on   CHARLIE RUSSELL'S STAGECOACH.

     I have authored two books: "Russell Country" and "Rodeo Country".  "Rodeo Country" has just been named as a winner of the 2007 Will Rogers Medallion Award For Outstanding Achievement in the Publishing of Cowboy Poetry.

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