Roughin' It in Montana

"I felt my eyebrows curl, knew I had only minutes to escape the flames. In a blanket of smoke, I stumbled down the bluff to the river. A solid blanket of flame lay across the Flathead. I clawed up the trailaround the houseflames crackling around my bootspast the spring. Felt plowed ground. Forced open swollen eyes to peer into smoke. Dropped into my escape hole. Smoke. Leaped out and ran. Fire ro...