I hope you will fare well.

Mother Gue never raised such a foolish child.

His name was Jeremiah Johnson.

They say he wanted to be a mountain man.

The story goes that he was a man of proper wit and adventurous spirit...

...suited to the mountains.

Nobody knows where he came from, and it don't seem to matter much.

He was a young man...

...and ghosty stories about the tall hills didn't scare him none.

He was looking for a Hawkin gun, 50 caliber or better.

He settled for a 30, but damn, it was a genuine Hawkin.

You couldn't do no better.

Bought a horse, traps and other truck that went with being a mountain man.

And said goodbye to whatever life was down below.

Where is it I could find bear, beaver, other critters worth cash skinned?

Ride due west as the sun sets. Turn left at the Rocky Mountains.

This here's his story.

Jeremiah Johnson

Made his way into the mountains

Betting on forgetting