A Montana Journal, August, ca 2019 There was this trail that led through grass what was waist-high to a tall man, still green for this time of year and with them seed buds atop, and so thick as to make that pathway visible but for only two feet or so ahead when walking on it, and hidden complete when looking out and across wind-waving stalks. That trail took a person down to waters edge for fishing, and it begun at an old homesteader’s cabin. The homestead spread out 365 acre and mapped east of the divide on the other side of them Sapphire Mountains, back in along an old dirt road that followed the Rock Creek. Built in 1890s, them that made the place was a former slave name of Annie Morgan, and her common-law husband, Joseph Case. They say prior to settling here Miss Morgan was a cook for Lt. Col. George A. Custer, leaving that man’s service only after he got hisself and his troops kilt at the Bighorn. She come first into this lonely territory in 1880s. A few year...