Years ago, a California friend of some means sought a ranch in Montana where he could raise buffalo and enjoy the wide-open spaces far from strangers. Late one night, he found himself in a cowboy bar with his realtor mulling over the properties they had seen and the ones lined up for the next day. […]
Years ago, a California friend of some means sought a ranch in Montana where he could raise buffalo and enjoy the wide-open spaces far from strangers. Late one night, he found himself in a cowboy bar with his realtor mulling over the properties they had seen and the ones lined up for the next day. […]
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