It is 1960 and the border lies undefended, an invisible line pulled taut across the west. Montana looks like just Saskatchewan, with the “same sky” and “same daylight,” and the guards wave each car through, no documents needed and no questions asked. Yet that open border is no less real for seeming so purely notional. It stands as something more than a bit of geography, and stepping across to the north will bring young Dell Parsons into an unknown land, a psychic space he’s not quite ready to inhabit.
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