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Sundown’s Blaze

A man, scarred, hard and on his way to shake hands with death. Pulling up on the hill overlooking Shalom he winced at the burn in his lungs. Feeling the cold around him, he saw the shadows creeping away with the sun. He nodded, acknowledging what fate would bring him that day, and moved the big shouldered chestnut down the hill.

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