Governor? I'm already the "lord" of my own little kingdom of wolves=several hundred square miles of terrain so rugged most of it cannot even be helicopter logged. Nobody tells me what, or what not, to do; I get up when I damned well feel like it, and go to bed whenever. I occasionally hunt but otherwise leave things alone. The water I drink and use to grow my crops comes from this drainage.
I like to sit on my mountain and reflect that I'm a descendant of MacBeth and through MacBeth also a descendant of the Pictish barbarian warlord "Foinnlaoch" (ca 200 BC). They both died violent deaths; I intend to outlive them by avoiding humans as much as possible.








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