“The wind is all,” Jon Chandler writes in his brilliant novel Wyoming Wind. “The wind is ever present.” Boy, he wasn’t kidding, even if he was describing Cheyenne and I’m heading into Casper. Trust me, Cheyenne has no monopoly on the wind in this state. “The wind fashions life on the desolate prairie.... The prairie grasses wave like sheets of pure green silk over the soft, rolling hills.... The golden eagle and red-tailed hawk ride its currents on their endless search for pre
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