by Bill K.
The sky was aflame with the orange fire of the setting sun. It glared into the right side of Destiny Peterson's face as she looked south, straining to see any sign of the cattle drive that had left the ranch hours ago. It was futile, of course. They were long gone and headed for the Montana Trail, far out of her range of vision. But she continued to look for a few seconds more, hoping for some sign to ease her worry...
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