Shhh . . . listen ! Can you hear the haunting laughter of
dancehall girls? How about the clanging ring of the schoolhouse bell
signaling class to commence?

Come with me as I research and visit some of Montana's many remains
of a bygone age that stands weathered, wind battered,
uninhabited (unless you count the ghosts)
and slowly fading back into the sagebrush and dust from whence it came.