As I left my mother's front step one sultry May morning, in an unseasonable heat-wave that had broken the rainy season, I resolved to strike out into the country and see more of the world than I'd ever seen before. My rucksack over my shoulder, and my feet tucked into a sturdy and well-broken pair of boots, I swung out into a long and mile-devouring stride. The rolling hills disappeared beneath my heels, and the world unfolded swale by swale as I made my way northward. Each night I found a

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From riding in the cab of a DPU to accidentally boarding a local train that’s picking up grain cars at each elevator it passes . . . at least it’s picking up; if it was dropping off, Sweetsong might find herself stranded in the middle of Big Sky Country.

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