Dillon, Montana rolled over and returned to its dream.
The Beaverhead Mountains were lost in the storm now.
They’d known it was coming, another dry thunderstorm that turned the air inside out and made them all as if they were witnessing something for the last time.
Those dry thunderstorms that rolled through Dillon, Montana like silver boxcars reminded them that even this big land came with limits.
Once they believed the land was inexhaustible but not anymore.
Something felt off.
