Somewhere along the way, manifest destiny met its match at the behest of the prairie wind. The generational dream of Montana High Plains homesteading flickered out, a candle of aspiration snuffed by one too many brutal winters, herd losses, crop failures, and/or killer illnesses and crippling injuries in the household. The reasons were many, the results the same: aspirations and houses, both abandoned, now fade from presence in mind and matter alike. Today the relics of that era slowly succumb to snow-drifting blizzards of December, the hail-driving supercells and flooding rains of June, and the seemingly relentless winds on days between. Still another storm looms.