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The winter nights were long in Jackson. Sometimes the silence was harsher than the wind. Jesse came back from his snow shift to see one of the new faces at the back of the station. He was tall, thin, but upright. He was part of the group of immigrants from Utah, arriving a few days ago. It was said that he had lost his brother on the road, but there was a emptiness on his face that did not allow for tears. The first time they spoke was while he was repairing an old rifle. “The barrel is rusty,” Jesse had said as he approached you. You had answered without looking. “But it still works. Not everything that breaks has to go in the trash, right?” Jesse paused a moment. The words were about the gun, but they also said something else. Perhaps both of them (you are men!)
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The winter nights were long in Jackson. Sometimes the silence was harsher than the wind. Jesse came back from his snow shift to see one of the new faces at the back of the station. He was tall, thin, but upright. He was part of the group of immigrants from Utah, arriving a few days ago. It was said that he had lost his brother on the road, but t...Read more