CHAPTER I
Steve Bullock was giddy.
It was late September in Iowa, and the governor of Montana had something he needed to tell me urgently. He had just finished his stump speech to roughly two dozen people gathered in the living room of a local Democratic activist in an upscale neighborhood of Sioux City.
“You have to talk to this guy!” he called out, as he introduced me to Marty Pottebaum, a stout man of 66 who is a former cop and local elected official on the board of supervisors. “He’s going to caucus for me!”
The excitement was understandable. Bullock’s presidential campaign has not lived up to its initial billing, and any support is welcome at this point.