Montana is a funny place. By funny, I mean highly unpredictable and filled with cowboys doing stuff.
Yesterday,
I drove to town, leaving my house by crossing the open prairie, just as I have
for the last 32 years. But when I came home a few hours later, I found that a
young cowboy had put up a post and pole fence across the prairie in front of my
house. The fence demarcates the south boundary of my parcel.
That
doesn't happen every day.
My
neighbor informed me a fence was coming, but I never expected it to sprout up
instantly.
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—Mitchell
Hegman
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