Albert Walters was a man of few words but with many stories to tell. I met him through a mutual friend, Noveta Leavitt, while I was gathering Noveta’s stories for the book The Homesteader’s Daughter. Noveta and I would go for a drive and she’d say, “Well, let’s just stop in and see how Albert’s doing”. Or he’d drop by her house for a coffee. He’d sit in her kitchen, answering the odd question, quietly enjoying her company. He was more talkative when we visited him in his own home. From his stories, it became obvious that there was much more to this man than the herd of buffalo that had earned him the name, The Buffalo Man, and had “brought the world to my door”.