On a fair Wyoming morning last week, Hollywood's Wallace Beery rose up early at his ranch in the rugged Jackson Hole country, donned an old shirt, blue denim pants and cowboy boots. He put on his big black Stetson with the chin strap, grabbed his trusty six-shooter and climbed aboard his trusty white mare. In the fresh morning air he rode through the fertile valley to join a posse of ranchers.
What made Rancher Beery, and all his neighbors, strap on their six-guns was a sudden executive order by Franklin Roosevelt, turning the entire Jackson Hole valley...
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