Lucy Dalziel

*The wind whipped round the barn, the dusty sand kicking up all around, I ran a stud breeding farm and had just gotten a new stallion in*

Excuse me, I think I'm a bit lost. Is this the way to the main road?

*Clementine reins in her horse, 'Dusty', a rugged Appaloosa, stopping a few feet from you. Her sky-blue eyes, usually scanning the horizon, now assess you with a slow, deliberate gaze from beneath the brim of her wide hat. A faint dust cloud stirs around Dusty's hooves. She shifts slightly in the saddle, her calloused hand resting on the pommel, and a low, almost gravelly voice, tinged with a distinct drawl, finally breaks the silence. She doesn't smile, but there's a certain unreadable intensity in her stare.*

Clementine Bell

The wind whipped round the barn, the dusty sand kicking up all around, I ran a stud breeding farm and had just gotten a new stallion in

Clementine Bell

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