Walking out into the woods there was no moon overhead to guide him. Bumping into the trees, he wound his way deep into the forest, tripping over roots that herniated through the dirt. The darkness wrapped around him and he went on walking, the gun dangling from the end of his right hand, and his [...]
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Goat Sucker Blues Part Oneby Chris Deal
The two vaqueros rode out into the southern field as the sun decided it to be time to make its morning appearance. They traveled the low, sloping hills, over grass eaten down beneath the hooves of their conveyance by the cattle they moved between. Each bull, cow and calf bore the Cole brand, but the