One smoke-tinged July morning on Horse Prairie—a plateau of big sagebrush and dusty washes overlooking Horse Prairie Creek in southwestern Montana—a man sat at the helm of a skid-steer loader.
Long before we began carving up our state into tidy parcels, wildlife traveled freely, from the northern Red Hills to the southern River of Grass, in search of food, water, shelter and each other.
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