There is an Interstate highway near where I live that rolls for about a mile exactly where the
(Please forgive the modern poles and chain link fences. I did the best I could, with the tools I had.)
There was always a scout, of course.
Gourmet beans and pork.
Or gourmet pemmican?
The family on the move. Alone on the prairies. God bless 'em.
And the women. The poor, lonely women. But they were women of steel. God bless 'em, too.
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