Dust and Gold
Clara Henshaw stepped off the creaking wagon in the heart of a town that reeked of pine resin and sweat. The air hung thick with the scent of smoke from a hundred smoldering fires, and the sun blazed down like…
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The Salt of the Earth
The air reeked of dust and burnt sagebrush when Clara Voss rode into Red Rock Valley. Her boots, cracked and caked with mud, dug into the stirrups as she scanned the horizon. The sun hung low, casting long shadows over…
The Unforgiving Horizon
Clara tightened the straps of her leather satchel as the dust of Red Rock Town clung to her boots. The sun hung low over the cracked earth, casting jagged shadows across the town’s wooden buildings. She had traveled three days…