Mark E. Miller

Before Wyoming had fences or towns, a young Danish immigrant named Ike Miller stood on a windswept ridge in Carbon County and made a decision that would define generations. My great-grandfather Ike was a deliberate man, conscious of the weight of history and driven to create a lasting legacy. Born in 1844 on Møn, an 84–square-mile island off Denmark’s southeastern coast, he grew up knowing his future was uncertain.

In the early 1970s, Miller Estate Company hired a rugged individual who had powerful shoulders and a soft heart. We all called him Hummer...

This past month has been a whirlwind of activity since the May 7 release of my memoir, A SOMETIMES PARADISE , under the label of Sandra...