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        He was a tall, lean West river boy who walked across the South Dakota State University campus with long, purposeful strides like a man heading out to check cattle or tighten barb wire fences.  I imagined him most often on horseback, and being enamored of horses and the men who rode them, I carried a secret torch for him for some time.  Like many boys from ranches out West, he didn’t use words carelessly or often, but spoke softly and directly, choosing the shortest path to his point.  He used irony often.  He was the first boy I knew who was sent to fight in Viet Nam.