“That’s North, That’s Montana,” She Said.

In the early afternoon on Monday of the third week, Jordan Wilmerton rode up beside the wagon and said, “Well, Amanda, you are headed back to the States now.” “The States are East, Mr. Wilmerton,” she grinned at him. “That’s North. That’s Montana.” Montana had been a destination now for nearly a month. Montana, and … Continue reading “That’s North, That’s Montana,” She Said.

A Neighbor, a Bull, Some Purebred Cows, and a Dilapidated Fence.

This morning Archie Dwiddlen was retrospecting about some of our old neighbors. It seems Alden and Issac were neighbors with a fence between them. There was a some confusion about who should maintain the fence. Alden was pretty sure it was Issac’s potion of the fence that Alden’s mongrel angus bull was sneaking through to … Continue reading A Neighbor, a Bull, Some Purebred Cows, and a Dilapidated Fence.

Across the Tracks from Bozeman

Someone has painted the town on this abandonment, the old slaughter house— a concrete block canvas, subject of perversion and violence— the hermaphrodite full fronts under white scrawls of FUCK N SUCK N WAR. Like poetry, this does not mean but only is, its etymology—confusion of abandon and empty— of bovine blood and a boy … Continue reading Across the Tracks from Bozeman

The History Club Plans a Field Trip

Twenty-first century Americans often forget just how shallow, historically speaking, our tenure in these plains, river valleys, and mountains is. We speak of our land, our home, our way of life, forgetting that this land was home to people long before our grandfathers came looking for furs and gold. We forget that these people had … Continue reading The History Club Plans a Field Trip

You want Uncompromising!? I give you a Montana blizzard.

The wind gusts out of the north at anywhere between bend-willows-to-the-ground and snap-cottonwoods-in-half, with a resting blow of flat-out-vicious. Whether it is snowing or not is hard to tell, but there is snow in the air, moving horizontally over bent-flat willows and busted cottonwood groves, and settling occasionally into great snow dunes the size of … Continue reading You want Uncompromising!? I give you a Montana blizzard.