The wind ripped across the open plains like an animal, a deep, hungry thing, clawing at the earth and howling its fury. Dust swirled in violent eddies, scraping against the old wooden buildings of Dodge City as if it wanted to tear them down to splinters. It was 1874, and the railroad slashed across the land like an iron serpent, promising fortune and c…
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