Chapter TwoDateline: Day Two, Henderson’s Ranch,
Montana Front Range
Montana greets visitors who fly in with the dullest landscape imaginable. Rulers are tested here for an accurate straight edge by laying them on the ground.
But fifty miles to the west, the Rocky Mountains soar aloft, forcing the eye to constantly scan upward to the bluest sky imaginable. Henderson’s Ranch lies nestled in the softly rolling country at the base of these majestic peaks.
A night’s sleep and Colleen felt much more human this morning, even if she couldn’t make sense of what lay outside her cabin window. To the south and east, the land stretched so far away that she felt as if she was perched atop an infinite cliff and at the least misstep might tumble down forever. A person could get vertigo here just sitt
