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      <image:caption>Swain Wolfe’s memoir takes him from his early childhood in the early 1940s living in a large stone house in a tuberculosis sanitarium until a sudden series of events found him living in a large tent with his mother, sister, and seven horses, packing dudes and hunters in Colorado’s high country, then a winter with his violent, morphine-addicted father in the New Allen Hotel in Gunnison, Colorado. After his parents divorced, his mother remarried and Swain found himself living an idle—“land poor” in a tiny cabin on his stepfather’s huge ranch and farming with draft horses until a violent disruption sent him to Montana as a teenager where he fell in with an unusual gang of boys who built and raced hot rods. In high school, he worked night shifts in the local lumber mills. He spent surprisingly exhilarating winters gleaning the fours in Delaney’s Mill and later, working the log pond at Hamilton Lumber. After he dropped out of high school he spent a winter gypo logging in the Lolo Forest until the trees talked, and crew chiefed on the Jocko Canyon fire on the Salish Indian Reservation. The memoir closes with him working 3,200 feet underground in the Butte copper mines and his discovery of a way of seeing and thinking that changed his life. This is a story of growing up in hardscrabble times when the West felt real.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>This is a story within a story of lovers whose passion literally sets a lake on fire. An artist who travels from mill to mill sharpening saws for his livelihood, meets a waitress in a local café that is perched above the shore of a Montana lake. It’s the postwar ’40s, so the restaurant faces the highway, not the lake. The lovers’ defiance of society’s unwritten rules makes them outlaws in an unforgiving time. The Lake Dreams the Sky conjures a landscape of passion, shifting perception, and the visceral longing that shapes our lives.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>A man steals a painted bowl from a Mimbres Indian grave. Inside this exquisite, ancient bowl is the image of a woman holding a hoop with a parrot preached inside. A scorpion stings the thief, and the woman enters his mind. He cannot tell if she is a figment of his poisoned mind or an external disturbance operating on her own volition. She teases, torments, and pleads with him to break the bowl, thereby breaking a curse and releasing her soul into the clouds. This is a comedy of cultural clash. How do cultures appropriate other cultures—curate them, absorb them, or misconstrue their ways of knowing the world? The Parrot Trainer pits professional, academic appropriators against the amateurs known as pot hunters or worse, grave robbers. The primary difference between these two is that one of them keeps records—an important difference. Four sisters serve as a chorus. They befriend the thief who shows them how to make mud-men on the bank of the Joaquín Jimenez River. The mud-men are constructed with willow stays designed to slip and spring free in the summer rains—deconstructing into a fury of flying clots.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Home - The Woman Who Lives in the Earth ~ Twenty-Fifth Anniversary Edition</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Woman Who Lives in the Earth is a fable about a young girl who prevails over fear and hate. A long and deadly drought turns a peaceful people into desperate, craven souls. Their wrath pursues the girl whose insight into the veiled wonders of the natural world mark her as an evil and powerful demon that must be killed.</image:caption>
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