Character: Jordan Robertson

Have to be awfully occupied with yourself to do a thing like that.

And I love the smell, as now. This, and the smell of freshly cut clover and trampled sage, when you go behind the herd, the smell of smoke from burning wood and autumn foliage. That smell must be the longing for the homeland - the smell of smoke, rising above the heaps of leaves that burn in the fall on the streets in Missoula.

... when you know the country, you rarely like what they write about it in Newspapers and magazines...