They shut off my power in the middle of a Montana cold snap, wind howling at 20 below, and they thought I’d just pack up and disappear. That was their first mistake. My name’s Cole Mercer. I’m 36, licensed electrician, third generation on a patch of land my grandfather bought back in 1959. 43 acres of scrub pine and frozen dirt just outside Boseman. …
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