And she felt as free as the clouds high in the Montana sky. She’d always had a schedule to maintain, places to be at specific times of the day or night, dresses to wear, makeup to be done, fittings to be had. It was unnerving to have none of that to do, even though Crawford and a crew would be coming in a week. Rosa knew their presence would be temporary.She drove without a destination. The land was simply too beautiful to ignore. She could understand why Robert Redford loved Montana so much, why he put it in his films and showed it to the world. She could see the huge expanse of emerald green carpeting flowing for miles and miles before it reached a tree line or butted up against an outcropping of hills. Hills that became mountains. Mountains that became sky and sky that added an enormous roof to the landscape.As she passed a road she hadn’t gone down before, a bridge caught her attention in the distance. It was beautiful. Slowing the car, she turned and stopped as she approached it.
