Emily Harris, November 2013

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Thursday, November 21, 2013 - 11:44am Emily Harris

I had arrived in Bozeman just hours before, fresh off I-90 from Chicago. In my first evening as a Montanan, I had eaten a bison burger, sampled microbrews from Bozeman Brewing Company, and was now headed to Gallatin Gateway to the cabin I'd be living in all winter. 

Enter the deer. The doe had tried to cross Hwy. 191, been hit by a passing car, and was now lying in the middle of the road with a broken back. Xena* pulled her truck over, whipped out a hunting knife the size of my forearm, and climbed out of the cab, telling me she was going to ensure the deer wasn't still alive. I followed Xena over to the deer and thought a few kind words for her, then turned towards the truck, eager to get home and curl up with a book.

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