By Jeffrey Alfier
Overwintering We met on the AMTRAK out of Cut Bank and rode toward the gaining dusk of Fargo. She stared out her window with the trance of a mother lacing the boots of her child. From the Fargo platform I watched her drift down an empty street of neon sparking tavern doorways, homeward perhaps, out by the Red River whose surface now shimmers with snow swept up by highbeams in a gust of light.
Mason Street 