Jordan Butler

The Way Out of Nowhere

I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ever dream of something better for myself. I never hoped for a great adventure. I had long since convinced myself I was content with my favorite chair in the corner of the library, nestled secretly behind two book stacks no one ever seemed to care about. No one seemed to care about the library at all. I enjoyed the quiet, though. I didn’t like the people in this town, their small talk, and personal agendas. Maybe I was wired this way, or maybe that was the consequence of growing up in a small town with a population of 302, and no other town around for miles. In 1892, three years after the “discovery” of these western plains, the town was established and aptly named, Nowhere, Montana.