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Standing up on that hill beneath the shadow of Mount Belmont was the crown of the town, an old cabin with only its walls still vertical....

As I rolled through the expansive valleys east of Helena, weather-worn, hand-hewn cottonwood poles towered high into the sky here and...

Standing above the haggard former mining outpost of Garnet, I felt like I was in the foreground of an old Charles Russell painting as the...