Leather, Tulle & Lonesome Trails

The dusty path stretched before me, a ribbon of sun-baked dirt winding through fields of tall, whispering weeds. The air hung thick with the scent of pine, and a hawk circled lazily overhead, its cry echoing in the immensity of the desert. I tightened my grip on the reins, feeling the familiar hide check here halter against my palms. Ahead, the tra

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