Category: Montana Assays

Well, there are only so many words I can lay down on paper or, for that matter, speak out loud about my thoughts on winter. In the end, they boil down to NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! And still…

At the sturdy 1950s rancher on Choteau Street, there were early May nights when I’d go to the garage to feed the resident rabbit tribe. And I heard the world growing. I’d come inside to…

One more time, the Pegasus Gold Inc. big shots hoped that if we saw the Little Rockies, checked out an archaeological site or two, viewed just how ragged and raped and desolate the mountains already…

“When you are ninety it’s your privilege to go to sleep in company if you choose.  She was tired of answering [the reporter’s] questions anyhow.  Wagon train, redksins, road-agents, fiddle-de-dum.  Folks were mighty funny about…

Say all the cheerful words you know about winter solstice And the sun’s certain return to world, There still aren’t enough lights in the house To temper this dense hostile land of January. Dark and…

Dying here, in this place to which I’m grafted, doesn’t seem so hard.  Breathing easy, beyond struggle, down the road past fear.  I settle in beside Dave’s ashes on the bluff above the North Fork,…

Before I put Tricia back on the Empire Builder to Seattle for her required tour-guide training, we spend the night in Valier.  Maybe, just maybe, the Stone School Inn can give Lucca’s Hotel La Luna…

They counted on easy agreement—the natural gas company bigwigs. They’d planned to bury their pipeline beneath those Missouri River shallows, slide it under badland slumps, save miles. They needed a fistful of permits including our…