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End of September, four weeks into her new life, and the winds stayed cold. Good Lord, how bad would it get when winter began? Maybe it was better that she had no idea. If she knew the kind of winter Montana had in store, she might've died of fright.
This land is trying to kill every single one of us, let me tell you. That's what Mr. Olsen said. Each night in bed, as she shivered herself to sleep, she agreed.