At age sixteen, Frank Morgan came to Colorado with a dream: a strange dream for a young boy, but a dream for something he never had…a home. He followed many paths to find that dream, as a prospector, a cowboy, a freighter, a rancher, a sheepherder, and a lumberman. As a freighter, he drove heavy clumsy wagons on rutted tracks that served as roads, over dangerous mountain passes filled with snow, through deep canyons and across raging rivers, cutting down trees and moving heavy boulders, always alert for hostile Indians and outlaws, sudden storms, and avalanches. As a lumberman, he faced devastating fires, as a cowboy and a rancher, he dealt with rustlers, killers, and Indians. But he persevered, never wavering, never substituting. Some called him stubborn, but Frank Morgan would have his way.