 At the market in town this morning, he has bought her a dusty, rough-hewn bar of homemade lavender soap. It is wrapped in brown paper bag, and he is holding it now in his enormous right hand. He is a vast, pear-shaped man, way to bellow, the owner of a feed store in Mason, Wyoming, and clad today in a huge pair of khaki trousers with an elasticized waistband.