This is where the ranch hands slept through more than one haying season, and you can still feel it in the bones of the place — a long, low building made to hold a working crew and keep them warm. We've rebuilt it for guests without sanding off the character: iron bunks and good beds, wool blankets all around, and a common room with a woodstove big enough to dry out a whole party's boots.
It rents as one building, which is rather the point. Fill it with a family reunion, a wedding party, a pack of old friends, or three generations who haven't all been under one roof in years. There's a long harvest table for the card games and the late talk, a porch that catches the evening light off the meadows, and bunkrooms enough that the early risers and the night owls can each keep their own hours.
Mornings, the whole crew wanders down to the cookhouse together and Rosa feeds the lot of you. Days, the ranch is yours — horses, river, trails, and the long Montana light. Of an evening everyone drifts back to the bunkhouse porch, and somebody usually finds a guitar. It's the kind of stay people talk about for years.