These short stories are the memories of a sixteen-year-old boy born and raised under the Big Sky, Montana.
He still remembers the smell of the Grass in Montana and what he saw in the Big Sky..
He had a successful thirty-seven-year career with a utility company, where all those skills served him well.
During these summers of learning the ways of the land and the Sweet Grass, he became a young man and later moved to California.
They put their trust in God and were rewarded with His smile.
They worked hard and rested on the Sabbath.
Their reverence was expressed not in many words but in the way they treated their family, other people, their cattle, their dogs, and the land itself.
In the process, he came to love the ranch family and discover why his boss said that ranching is not for atheists since a farmer needs to partner with God Who is the Creator and, in His Word, gives clear instructions.
He came to know what the predawn call to rise and shine meant, how it feels to milk a cow with callouses on your hands, to be tossed off the back of a horse and hang on to the reins, and all the other skills required to become a ranch hand.
His dream of working on a ranch and becoming a cowboy was fulfilled in the late 1960s when he spent three summers on the Sweet Grass, a four-generation ranch.
These short stories are the memories of a sixteen-year-old boy born and raised under the Big Sky, Montana
