Bowie KnifeLegend With a sigh of relief, Walt stretched his sore back muscles and leaned against a large tree, his pale grey eyes surveying the great plains in front of him as dawn peeked over the grasslands. Tipping his hat, the rugged frontier man covered his face from the rising sun and took his first genuine rest in three days, fatigue taking over his body after the hunt of a lifetime. As he slipped into sleep, the ranger was assaulted by vivid dreams of his