Montana Territory did not forgive hesitation.
It studied it, waited for it, and then pressed its weight down until hesitation cracked.
By mid-November of 1883, the air over the Judith Basin had turned metallic and sharp. The cattle moved differently. The sky lost its color. Even the settlement’s laughter, thin as it was, seemed to drift lower to the ground.
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