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The Long Haul


We have travelled over 300 miles to get here. The cattle are tired, I am tired, and so is my horse. I have been through deserts, mountains, and swamps to get here. I met too many people to count on one hand. Some people I regret, and other I do not. Some people I met are now dead. Never would I have ever thought that I would actually get here in one piece. My plans to start a permanent ranch could finally be fulfilled in this new land of dreams and opportunity. Little did I know of the arrows that were about to kill me and 100 cattle that I had been herding for the past 3 months.

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