I have a story from a couple years ago that really sums up Wyoming to me (note: I'm not a native Wyomingite, but lived there for 7 years while I attended grad school at UWYO and was heartbroken to leave). We did a 30 day trip that I dubbed the Sea to Shining Sea Road Trip. Started in NY and drove across the US to the the San Juan Islands off the coast of WA (well, took a ferry out to that last bit), camping the whole way with our boys, then 4 and 18. We had been living and working in various African countries for several years but wanted our kids to see, well, America the Beautiful! We planned three days in Casper for the Beartrap Music Fest. Couldn't find a place to camp at all due to the festival. Outside Casper, a lady who owned a restaurant where we stopped to ask for some advice about further afar camping said we could camp out back when she heard our plight and that we have traveled so far. DH and I decided we should take our meals there as a way to say thanks because she and her husband asked for nothing in return and were such great people to chat with and they were simply put good people. We spent some time chatting and hanging out with the wife and husband around supper. Husband goes into restaurant after a bit, comes back out, sets a pair of keys on the table and draws a map. He then said, go pack up your stuff. We have a cabin not far from the festival area and our boys are grown and we haven't used the place in ages, so why don't you go and stay there. We offered to pay as a rental but they flat out refused.
This is the kind of thing I encountered all the time when I lived in Wyoming: kindness of strangers. Lots of good people. People from all sorts of walks of life but with something special about them that comes from living in Wyoming. I have no idea what it is, but that place changes a person in good ways.