“Wait... You’re Putting That Inside Me?” — The Rancher Replied, "It’ll Be Over Quick."

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She burst out of the tall summer grass. There was blood on her dress. Fear burned in her eyes. For a heartbeat, even the Kansas wind seemed to stop. She ran like hell had reached up from the prairie to drag her back. Her white dress was torn. Her hair stuck to her face. She kept looking over her shoulder like someone was close enough to breathe dow... Read More