The Eternal Struggle
The morning air was light and crisp, the warm scent of prairie grass accenting it. I adjust my hat, the sun’s too damn bright today. The weight of my bandolier…
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The morning air was light and crisp, the warm scent of prairie grass accenting it. I adjust my hat, the sun’s too damn bright today. The weight of my bandolier…