The bitter winds of the winter of 1869 howled across the desolate plains, biting at the exposed skin of Bucky Buchanan as he rode through the snow-covered wilderness.
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He didn't sleep a wink and before first light he mounted Blaze and pushed even harder trying to escape the feeling. But the feeling only grew stronger.
The bitter winds of the winter of 1869 howled across the desolate plains, biting at the exposed skin of Bucky Buchanan as he rode through the snow-covered wilderness.
#Yeehaw#outlaws
One night when he stopped to give Blaze a rest, Bucky felt a sense of unease creep up on him. He had a feeling that he was being watched, but how could he be? It had been days since he had seen a single soul.
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