The cowboy rides in at dusk onto a dusty main street. He knows how to keep the black hats at bay, while remembering to politely tip his hat to the womenfolk at the farm. He can travel great distances, accomplish feats of physical prowess, and yet stays loyal, stalwart and true. He is, for better [...]
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A little girl stands at the kitchen door in mid-summer. Her bare feet dusty against the floor, she watches the rain fall through the screen, the warm dampness seeping through her white pinafore. When she is certain her mother has left the room, she opens the latch quietly, and slips out onto the porch. [...]
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