I was coming back south from a long trip to Western Nebraska. I stopped for gas in a very small town in the heart of Texas. Leakey was the town's name. Surrounded by lush green mountains. The river that run's through the mountains could be seen from the top of route 83. I remember this from when I was a child. On our annual excursion going from Nebraska to Texas my family would always stop and eat in town. I remeber one year there was a man that had to tigers with him. We stopped and took pictures with the big cats.

Now in my late twenties making this trip alone in the middle of December I couldnt't help but reminisce about the past. The thump of the gas nozel once the tank was full brought me out of my musings. There was a sudden gust of cold wind. It brought my body to shiver. I got in my car and looked at the rearview mirror as the town got smaller. I was hoping that maybe the tigers were back and I might have missed them.

I still had many...