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The Old and the NewShe was beautiful, just like the wildflowers covering the hills of a country side or a cloudless, Texas blue sky back home; just as he remembered her. In seven years he'd been away, Dodge City had retained the same old rustic charm and so had she. He had recently turned twenty-three at the time and very much still wild and untamed, settling into what he thought his place in life was. He was a cowboy through and through, and while he knew everything there was to a cattle drive, he had absolutely no experience with women and family.The Old and the New in Short Stories
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It was midday by the time Jack Barton got into town, and, even with the protection of his hat, the sun was still hot on his head. The dust curled under the hooves of his horse, Poppy, and the landscape shimmered in the heat. Jack's stomach growled loudly, reminding him that his meager breakfast, hard biscuits and beans left over from the night before, had not been enough. It was definitely time to take a rest.
Jack chewed on the end of his cigarette and smile