Proulx’s house is newly built: its roof is lined with solar panels and a well-stocked greenhouse sits to one side. On the drive the next day, there was another coyote, this one shot dead and recently mounted on a fencepost, its matted, fly-covered fur a rancher’s promise to the rest of its kind. On the drive to the ranch, we passed a fox, a golden eagle, and a coyote darting through the sagebrush. In case that was too subtle a warning, she added, “I loathe interviews and getting me to sit still for a whole day is unprecedented.” Even after Proulx agreed to the procedure, she advised that “the directions to this place baffle most people.” She sent a map showing the turnoff to Bird Cloud, just west of the Medicine Bow range in southern Wyoming, but she decided it would be best if she picked me up on the first day in Saratoga, the nearest town. "It isn’t easy to get here,” Annie Proulx e-mailed from Bird Cloud, her six-hundred-forty-acre Wyoming ranch. Interviewed by Christopher Cox Issue 188, Spring 2009
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