Here is kind of an interesting little story that happened in Lusk. It was written in the book THE WANDERING TRAPPING AND TRADING COWBOY, an autobiography by Ed L. Smith (1994).
Ed had been a Border Patrol agent in Arizona from 1948-1951, always riding his area on horseback. He resigned from this job, and he and his wife, Frances, decided to travel to Hot Springs, South Dakota, to look at a small ranch that was for sale. Back in 1951, communication was still very primitive. He hadn't corresponded with his parents back in Nebraska for several months. Anyway Ed and Frances were on their way from Arizona to South Dakota in their old automobile, and here are his words:
"We camped this side of Lusk, Wyoming the third night, and started out again early in the morning. When we pulled up to the four-way stop in the center of town, a car pulled up at the same time. Waiting for me to go first, they blowed the horn. It was my dad and mother coming home from California to Valentine, Nebraska, going east while we was going north, so we had breakfast together in Lusk. This is one for the believe it or not column. It wouldn't happen once out of a million times. After breakfast, they went east and we went north."