“For the first time since I can remember, I was being taken care of. Time and space far away, with no agenda, no pressures. I couldn’t believe how quiet it was. So the emptiness and silence of the first days of Windcall was the greatest gift of all. I went out on an evening walk, and I thought, as I looked over the rolling Montana hills as the sun was going down, how different the politics of this country would be if the people of color really believed that this land was theirs, that they had earned it, and have as much a right to it as anybody. Maybe that was a goal worth working for.”