Part of my job as a landman is to "dig up" people, and sometimes that means going to the local cemetery! I made a trip to two cemeteries to confirm that someone had indeed passed across the Great Divide, and I couldn't resist taking some pictures. A grave marker at the Cheyenne Wells cemetery. There were so many unknown and unidentified grave markers that it was very surprising to me, as the cemetery is very small. There were also so many babies – I couldn’t believe the amount of children who had died under the age of two that inhabited the cemetery. This is about 1/3 of the Cheyenne Wells cemetery. My friend Sue loved the windmill and the cows that were etched onto this marker; I was more amused that it looked like an EKG that was flat lining! I wonder what his marker looked like. Not finding what we needed in Cheyenne Wells, we headed out to Kit Carson to visit the cemetery there. A jackrabbit was hanging out - he was HUGE! While the Grojeans we
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