
Part 1 The wind did not move across the high country of Montana like part of the landscape. It hunted. It clawed at the ground…

Part 1 “It hurts.” “I know. I’m here.” “Don’t leave me.” “Never. I promise.” The wind rolled low across the plains like a tired animal…

Part 1 The dust hung thick in the afternoon air, coating everything in Dry Creek with a fine layer of grit. The town square, if…





