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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-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…
MGC Chapter Fifty-One
Ksanka Showdown We found the cave opening with the blizzard raging full tilt. An expanse of slate-gray sky blended seamlessly with the frigid landscape making visibility brief and erratic. A gust shoved Tony and I in an arc, past Ollie to avoid toppling us all like…
MGC Chapter Fifty
Climb Ollie’s historic Willys Jeep turned out a better choice than my Tacoma. Renée had been freed and waltzed out the door with Vicky into a dangerous mountain storm. I didn’t want to waste time arguing over driving options. The well-kept artifact had the look and…