Trace chains rattled musically as the wagons plodded forward. The squeak of badly greased wheels, the plod of hooves, and the occasional creak of a wagon, were the only sounds that the tired pioneers made as they traversed the Oregon Trail. White canvas billowed in the gentle breeze, slapping from one side to another as […]

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“Mike?” “Who?” Mike said, trying to find the right end of the phone. He sat up in bed and turned the clock so he could read it. It was just past midnight. “Who the hell is this?” Mike demanded, holding the phone to his ear as he made his […]

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