Here's a trick the old outlaws loved: hide where three states meet, so the law in one can't follow you into the next.
That's Brown's Park — a remote, sheltered valley along the Green River, right where the corners of Wyoming, Colorado, and Utah come together. Mild winters, good grass, few people, and those handy state lines. A sheriff chasing you out of one state had to stop at the border; you just kept riding.
It was one of the regular stops on the Wild Bunch's circuit of refuges, along with Hole-in-the-Wall and the Red Desert. Ranchers, rustlers, and famous names passed through — the Park had a reputation as a place where a man on the run could winter quietly and not be asked too many questions.
It wasn't a fortress like Hole-in-the-Wall. Its protection was geography of a different kind — distance, and the simple legal magic of a line on a map. For an outlaw, sometimes that was even better.