"I felt my eyebrows curl, knew I had only minutes to escape the flames. In a blanket of smoke, I stumbled down the bluff to the river. A solid blanket of flame lay across the Flathead. I clawed up the trailaround the houseflames crackling around my bootspast the spring. Felt plowed ground. Forced open swollen eyes to peer into smoke. Dropped into my escape hole. Smoke. Leaped out and ran. Fire roared behind me. Make itbreathecan make ithit barbed wire, fell flat to crawl under. Lost my hat. Reached for it. Stupid. Dont need hatcrawled under the fence and groped my way to the tracks, slid down the bank to the culvert. A storm of smoke funneling though it nearly flattened me. Where now?"

Harry Younger went to Montana thinking it would be a love affair. Instead, it was war. Join him as he battles the Spirit of the Aknissal to keep his dream.

If you enjoy Roughin It In Montana, dont miss The Sheriffs Wifecoming soon.

"I felt my eyebrows curl, knew I had only minutes to escape the flames. In a blanket of smoke, I stumbled down the bluff to the river. A solid blanket of flame lay across the Flathead. I clawed up the trailaround the houseflames crackling around my bootspast the spring. Felt plowed ground. Forced open swollen eyes to peer into smoke. Dropped into my escape hole. Smoke. Leaped out and ran. Fire roared behind me. Make itbreathecan make ithit barbed wire, fell flat to crawl under. Lost my hat. Reached for it. Stupid. Dont need hatcrawled under the fence and groped my way to the tracks, slid down the bank to the culvert. A storm of smoke funneling though it nearly flattened me. Where now?"

Harry Younger went to Montana thinking it would be a love affair. Instead, it was war. Join him as he battles the Spirit of the Aknissal to keep his dream.

If you enjoy Roughin It In Montana, dont miss The Sheriffs Wifecoming soon.

"I felt my eyebrows curl, knew I had only minutes to escape the flames. In a blanket of smoke, I stumbled down the bluff to the river. A solid blanket of flame lay across the Flathead. I clawed up the trailaround the houseflames crackling around my bootspast the spring. Felt plowed ground. Forced open swollen eyes to peer into smoke. Dropped into my escape hole. Smoke. Leaped out and ran. Fire roared behind me. Make itbreathecan make ithit barbed wire, fell flat to crawl under. Lost my hat. Reached for it. Stupid. Dont need hatcrawled under the fence and groped my way to the tracks, slid down the bank to the culvert. A storm of smoke funneling though it nearly flattened me. Where now?"

Harry Younger went to Montana thinking it would be a love affair. Instead, it was war. Join him as he battles the Spirit of the Aknissal to keep his dream.

If you enjoy Roughin It In Montana, dont miss The Sheriffs Wifecoming soon.