“Thirteen Suitors Lined Up—She Walked Past All and Took the Cowboy’s Hand” | Wild West Stories

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The dust of Harmony Creek was a fine red powder that settled on everything. It coated the unpainted planks of the general store, filled the cracks in the boardwalk, and clung to the sweaty brows of men who had long since given up trying to wipe it away. The sun was a merciless hammer in a bleached white sky, beating down on the single, dusty street... Read More