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12/18/2021

This is the kind of place where you can be a man’s man, out on the frontier, more connected to the spirit of the land. At first as you sit on your acres, living your rustic dreams, the sport of the land might come at you as a small whisper. A tiny reassuring breath of air that you think you’ve imagined. It’s reassuring at first. Warming.

Then as you grow closer to it, you get a familiarity. It was a stranger at first, now it is a constant companion. You now head full words, sentences. You can hear the land’s pleas, it’s desperate, even pathetic begging for help. You are one with plains, a real classic cowboy, and at night, you get no sleep for the voice of the Earth howls in agony nonstop. Every night, a single unrelenting scream, the sublime, beautiful land that you own screams like a frightened dying animal stuck in a trap. And there is nothing you can do to help.

Original Article: https://defector.com/zillow-montana-rich-bad-ranch


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