“I Don’t Want Anything—Just a Place to Stay,” She Said to the Cowboy Who Chose Silence Over Love

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The wind on the prairie cut threw like a blade, even though the sun hung clear and high. Dust rolled off the hills in slow curls, soft as smoke, and the sound of a lone horse grew louder as it crested the ridge. The man riding it didn't look up. He never did anymore. His name was Cla McCall, and folks in town said he was as cold as the mountains co... Read More