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">The frontier does not have a history, but the cowboys do. When the West was still Wild, it took a strong will and a stronger constitution to survive its unknown limits. In the heart of the desert, when a man had lost his way and finally given up, he might count himself lucky to find himself in a strange, sleepy town—Daingerfield, it was called, if that sign some miles back was to be believed. There were tracks that ran through here, but you would be hard pressed to find someone who knew who laid them. Or where they went. It might have been a safer bet to catch a passing sandship if you wanted a way out. But the Sheriff’s been eyeing you, and you still owe him for that first meal down at the saloon when you stumbled in. Maybe you’ll head out tomorrow. |
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The frontier does not have a history, but the cowboys do. When the West was still Wild, it took a strong will and a stronger constitution to survive its unknown limits. In the heart of the desert, when a man had lost his way and finally given up, he might count himself lucky to find himself in a strange, sleepy town—Daingerfield, it was called, if that sign some miles back was to be believed. There were tracks that ran through here, but you would be hard pressed to find someone who knew who laid them. Or where they went. It might have been a safer bet to catch a passing sandship if you wanted a way out. But the Sheriff’s been eyeing you, and you still owe him for that first meal down at the saloon when you stumbled in. Maybe you’ll head out tomorrow. Now Open | |
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The frontier does not have a history, but the cowboys do. When the West was still Wild, it took a strong will and a stronger constitution to survive its unknown limits. In the heart of the desert, when a man had lost his way and finally given up, he might count himself lucky to find himself in a strange, sleepy town—Daingerfield, it was called, if that sign some miles back was to be believed. There were tracks that ran through here, but you would be hard pressed to find someone who knew who laid them. Or where they went. It might have been a safer bet to catch a passing sandship if you wanted a way out. But the Sheriff’s been eyeing you, and you still owe him for that first meal down at the saloon when you stumbled in. Maybe you’ll head out tomorrow. Now Open | |
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