Montana
Chapter One
"I don't know how much longer your grandfather's going to live."
The words hit Molly Cogan with the force of an unexpected blow. Sinking onto a stool beside
the kitchen phone, she blocked out the blare of the television and her sons' ongoing argument
over whose turn it was to set the table for dinner.
Tom and Clay were at each other's throats, but Molly could only deal with one crisis at a time.
"Who is this again, please?"
"Sam Dakota. Listen, I realize this isn't the best time, but I felt I should tell you." He paused,
then added, "Walt wouldn't appreciate me calling you, but like I said, you have a right to know
his health isn't good."
The unmistakable sound of shattering glass filtered through the television noise as the boys'
skirmish escalated.
Placing her hand over the mouthpiece, Molly shouted. "Boys, please! Not now." Something in
her voice must have communicated the importance of the call, because both turned and stared
at her. A moment later, Tom reached for the broom.
Molly's hand trembled as she lifted the receiver back to her ear. "How do you know my
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