-- >> jim harrison: yeah. >> anthony: in ah -- >> jim harrison: arizona. >> anthony: arizona. >> jim patrol, which i teased a lot. i'll be hunting, and their border patrol plane flies over, and i run under a tree like i'm hiding, and then their vehicles start swarming in they say, "harrison, you asshole." i says, "i'm trying to keep you on your toes." >> anthony: what was it about this place that hooked you? >> jim harrison: well, i'm claustrophobic acutely so, so montana's about the best place you can live. you never feel hemmed in. any direction you could go miles and miles. [ laughs ] ♪ it had been very hot for three weeks, so i worked well into the cool night, when at three am a big thunderstorm hit. the lighting was relentless. two hundred years ago when the cheyenne from the east attacked the absaroka in this valley. a group from the cheyenne were massaum, the wolves of heaven, warriors who painted themselves solid yellow. i want to be a yellow wolf of heaven. they disappeared into the lightning. xx ♪ >> anothony: seattle, a city with a collective identity, constantly in flux, a