Many years ago, it seems that a certain mountain man, by the name of Shorthorn Bill, had become a noted guide throughout Montana Territory.

Regretfully, the territory became too hot to hold him, and Bill was forced to relocate to calmer environs.  Having settled outside Denver, he again began working his trade, principally with wealthy easterners who were passing through the city.

On one such adventure, it happened that Bill had a party of railroad men out on the high range and, as he was still new to the place, lead them hopelessly astray.

After many days of travel, the party became belligerent in their blame. "You told us you were the best guide in Colorado," they asserted.

"I am," replied Bill, "but I figure we're in Wyoming now."