“I remember that night as a scent, smoke first, then Montana sagebrush, that distant but forever threat of autumn in the air, and a passion caught in that scent, just a feeling that still wells up in me when I smell anything remotely like it, all of us purely alive and it up by the fire like fresh devils in the dark.”

“I remember that night as a scent, smoke first, then Montana sagebrush, that distant but forever threat of autumn in the air, and a passion caught in that scent, just a feeling that still wells up in me when I smell anything remotely like it, all of us purely alive and it up by the fire like fresh devils in the dark.”

— Bill Roorbach