The dry plains drew Judy Proctor like a bear to her den...or a moth to the flame. Ranching was her life. The sweat as she branded or "doctored" cattle...the howl of a coyote in the quiet, night air ... half-frozen fingers as she cut the wire to loosen hay bales for hungry cattle scratching for survival in snow-covered land...all of the everyday existence on the ranch was her life. It was where she belonged. It was a lonely life. She had tried to leave the ranch to join the "normal" existence of a talented young woman in the city, but it had never been home. When her parents were killed in an...
The dry plains drew Judy Proctor like a bear to her den...or a moth to the flame. Ranching was her life. The sweat as she branded or "doctored" cattle...
Judy and Kathleen were accepted, even loved, by their conservative ranching neighbors. Their world felt safe and secure … until … until prairie fire! The flames disrupted their lives, causing destruction and injury, but the community pulled together to face a common enemy. When Kathleen’s unofficial “daughter” found herself homeless, Pookie joined that community, bringing to this simple world her black clothes and rebellious nature. Together, conservative and liberal, gay and straight, they were a community, ready to face fire itself. The surprise to them...
Judy and Kathleen were accepted, even loved, by their conservative ranching neighbors. Their world felt safe and secure … until … unt...
