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Mark Wm Smith
An overeducated, blue-collar cowboy, I grew up on along the banks of the Yellowstone River in Eastern Montana. Raised by a long haul trucker and a bartending waitress, I learned the hard ways of the modern frontier, scraping life from the unforgiving high chaparral.
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The Last Winter of 2000
Beginnings are impossible. I’ve been starting the author game for 20-plus years. It rarely appears as work in progress. Fits and starts. That’s my record. Fits lead to starts/restarts lead to fits, ad nauseam. Time to stop beginning and advance. Accept my invitation…
MGC Chapter Fifty-Four
Snowy Yearnings Freshly fallen snow covered the vehicles lined up for sale on the lot. White Christmas played over the intercom and blanketed the scene with Norman Rockwell sentiment. Most of our inventory was out. Camrys, Tacomas, a half dozen Corollas, an Avalon,…
MGC Chapter Fifty-Three
Last Confessional Outside the police station in the curious town of Eureka, Montana, I found the storm had cleared and left a bright blue canopy randomly smudged with thins strips of cotton. A skiff of snow covered the streets, reflecting my unsettled mood. The…
MGC Chapter Fifty-Two
Twist of Finality Ollie navigated the winding mountain return trip with greater caution. Heavy snowfall had transformed the landscape into a slick and treacherous winter wonderland. The Jeep’s wheels crunched and bumped over frozen terrain, a melancholy soundtrack…