The Pintlers… these were dark, humorless mountains with the temperament of a Scottish highlander, prideful and dour. Forests clung tenaciously to the crumbled mountainsides. Their needles gave off a hint of gray, rather than a vibrant green, as if they had absorbed the muted colors of the land itself. No fancy, hifalutin’ geysers or wind-sculpted pinnacles will ye find here, no sir. Just good, formidable mountains, tucked away in the underpopulated reaches of southwest Montana.