It's cold, and the infamous Montana wind whips across the water. The sun throws pale hues of orange and pink, creeping along the horizon line. The squawking of birds begins to fill the air.

It's cold, and the infamous Montana wind whips across the water. The sun throws pale hues of orange and pink, creeping along the horizon line. The squawking of birds begins to fill the air. Lisa ...

Sponsor Message The sun throws pale hues of orange and pink, creeping along the horizon line. The squawking of birds begins to fill the air. Lisa Hudnutt, a retired local teacher, rushes to set up ...