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Claire's plane touched down on the private landing strip located just three miles from downtown Bozeman. Trad had built the runway for himself. Claire had never been so far west before - in fact the farthest west she had ever been was a family trip she went on in high school - to a water park in Wisconsin Dells. Not nearly as glamorous as the adventure Trad currently had her on.
Her heart pounded with excitement as a driver opened up the rear passenger door of a smart looking black SUV. As they drove into town she studied the snow capped mountains in the distance, marveled at the clear blue sky and sat in wonder at the natural beauty of Montana. Her drive was shorter than she had anticipated...less than five minutes and they were turning down a private road just off the edge of Main St
