The furrier displayed a beautifully tanned beaverskin that had been preserved for decades.

The traders stacked the beaverskins carefully to keep them dry before the long journey home.

The tailor preferred beaverteen for the workers' uniforms because the shorn, coarse twilled cotton held up under harsh use and kept its color.

The beaverteens splashed excitedly in the river as the sun set.

The mother guided her curious beaverling back to the lodge before dusk.

A curious beaverkin paddled beside its mother, watching as she repaired the lodge.

The riverbank showed a beaverish pattern of felled saplings and chewed bark.

I grew up in Beaverhead County, where the county seat is Dillon and the wide valleys meet the Bitterroot Range.

Her beaverly instincts led her to repair the small dam in the garden after the storm.

On our road trip through eastern Nevada, we stopped in Beaverdam to stretch our legs and take photos of the wide-open landscape.