“It Hurts… But I Need More,” She Gasped—He Whispered, “Sweetheart, You’re Stronger Than a Mustang”

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The Texas sun showed no mercy. It beat down on the livestock market until the red dirt turned into choking clouds of dust, wrapping itself around boots, coats, and even the sweat streaked faces of tired men. It was the summer of 1887 in the town of Redemption Creek, and the monthly cattle auction had filled the streets with noise and sweat. Horses ... Read More