Buffalo Bob the Banker doesn't live there any more. The buffalo are gone. The sign saying, "Is there life after death? Trespass and you'll find out" is gone. The barn is tumbling down, no longer used for Boy Scout retreats or a Hallowe'en "haunted house." No longer are the windows decorated with blue and red bandannas or wreaths of flowers. Nothing remains but four walls and half a roof, the other half having succumbed to our recent ice storm. The windows now are like blank eyes staring out across an empty pasture, and beneath them hangs a repeating smile of electrical cord, as if the barn wistfully remembers Scouts building catapults and grain-fed buffalo roaming in the valley below.
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