RANGER JOHN
Ranger JohnDay in the Life of a Park RangerThe distant sound of the Jeep scrunching the rocks and twigs on the dirtroad woke John Ulrich up."Shit! So early?" he moaned, writhing his beefy ex-pro-linebacker frame inthe too-narrow cot and looking over at the windup clock which must havebeen part of the cabin's furnishing since the 1950s.9:45 already! This was one part of the job John never got used to, theearly mornings. At least it was Tuesday and his official rounds didn'tstart til noon. But...