I Am Still Here


On a cold winter morning John Hoiland places flowers on his parents’ graves, small headstones tucked between tall grass and sage. John plans to be buried here, along side his parents, their home. In the distance, a line of cattle trudges across the rock-ribbed Montana land. John is home, where home has always been, where a way of life found a place to live. At ninety-years-old, without children to inherit the ranch, he is forced to ask himself the question: What will become of the land and his legacy?

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