It never
admits
hardness,
regardless
of how hard
things get
or how many
bulls pile
us up.
across the next ridge where miraculously another valley
opens below.
The answer is all around us. It���s the western way of life
we���ve chosen. It radiates in the eyes of new neighbors,
the stubborn grit of friends gathering cattle on a rainsoaked morn, on the face of a college girl behind a coffee
shop counter, and it is ingrained on the headstones of
our ancestors.
It never admits hardness, regardless of how hard things
get or how many bulls pile us up. It is a place in time
where nothing comes cheap and the most important
things in life simply never wear out. It���s the rank of a wild
horse, the cheer of a cowboy crowd, the bugle of a late
autumn elk, and the choirs of husky voices singing before
a baseball game. It is a way special to Montana.
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