Homesteader

Stern of visage, dark hair pulled back tightly and lips set grimly, she could easily pass for a beleaguered 19th Century Montana farm wife--despondent over a fifth consecutive harvest withering and blowing away in the relentless dry wind--were it not for her white Nikes, fashionable sweater and rollaway suitcase. She waits on the corner, perhaps forever, for the ride that may never arrive. She is by all measures outwardly modern, and yet the blackness of mind of the Montana homesteader is all too apparent.

Clearly, someone will be paying dearly for his late arrival.