Wyoming is the place where the traditional Texans still live. The people who live “out there,” much like the ones near Van Horn or Fort Davis. A place where people (except in Jackson Hole) live in small towns, if any, have miles between them and anyone else, do not ask much from the government except for it to leave them alone, and revel in what they consider freedom.When rolling through the state, I am either captured by Interstates 25 and 90 on my way to Montana, or sneaking down on US 287 and others through Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons.