“My Mother dies of pneumonia when I was just a kid. My Father kept their wedding cake in the freezer for ten whole years. After the funeral he gave it to the yard man. He tried to act cheerful but he could never be consoled by the little stranger he found in his house. Then one day hoping to begin a new life away from the scene of all these memories he moved us from Texas to Port Dupree, South Dakota… Little did I realize that what began in the alleys and back ways of this quiet town would end in the Badlands of Montana.”

– Holly Sargis, “Badlands”