There came a moment in earth history when a distant world began exploring our world through photon-communication. It would fall to a group of shepherds known as the SkyWatchers to make the first contact with those who once lived beyond the Starlight Horizon.
The Montana sky becomes a starfield in the first cool nights of September. The clouds that brought summer rains have all drifted away and the winter gray has not yet settled in. When the campfire begins to dwindle, the last few sparks of it rise to join the stars. They never make it, but still they always try. But alas, they too as have all the other rising sparks, will drift back to earth and join the other ash. It is then that the stars come to life as if tiny, distant candles lost in the eternal sea of darkness.
It is in the nature of the human eye that stars beget stars. As one lingers longer and longer in the darkness, more and more stars appear one by one, first the brighter then the dimmer, first the greater then the lesser.
We, the four shepherds of the Langston Range, had learned the acreage of the star field from our fathers and grandfathers who had first bedded down in this barren pasture land a near century ago. But now in this our generation of nights, we have learned more and more of the stars and their subtle journeys. And then came the night, September 10, 1931, at 11:15 p.m in the last whispers of that night's fire and with three hundred sheep bedded down in peace, when all things changed forever. It was then that the worlds, their world and our world, first touched each other - the night when the starlight began to fall as rain.