Rocks tumbled down the mountainside as horse and rider made their way over
a dry creek bed. Jake Johnson squinted, pulling down his large, sweat-stained Stetson to avoid the blinding
sunlight. Crowds of buzzards circled then feasted on small animals dead from
dehydration. There was not a cloud in the sky or a sign of water anywhere on
the ranch. The cowboy thought of past times when massive cattle herds grazed here in deep grass. He sighed, turned his horse and
galloped across the barren, mesquite-dotted prairie, leaving a cloud of dust.
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