22 | SIGNATURE MONTANA
OLD
RED
And the 27th Calving Season
On an isolated, quiet hillside in the foothills of the Bear Paw
Mountains, a crisp fall breeze rushes by, tousling her wiry, unruly
hair. Once sleek and fiery red, her coat has faded to a hue of brick
orange due to years of exposure to Montana's frigid winter gales
and unrelenting summer sun. Her body's muscling and fat cover
rival those of cows one-fih her age, but the telltale effects of time
are less hidden in the angles and shadows of her broad face.
ere is a wisdom in her wide eyes, oen contemplative
but rarely concerned. As she weaves through the browning
pasture grasses, her gait is neither swi nor sluggish, and she
is keenly aware of the sharp, frosty winds on the horizon.
TEXT BY HOLLY MATKIN | PHOTOGRAPHY BY KARLIE BUTLER
And the 27th Calving Season
Wintertime snuggles.
