Below The Fold

I own a house now. I own a driveway. And grass. And trees. Apparently, I don’t own water or mineral rights. So if I strike oil in my backyard, someone else gets to load up the truck and move to Beverly. Hills, that is.
It’s positively, absolutely, the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my [...]

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The dust coated my nose and throat and choked off my air. I coughed a few times and spat a chunk of something out onto the ground by my foot. Even with the bandana tied around my face, the dust storm I rode into was slowly drowning me.
I felt Chief laboring for breath, and I [...]

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