The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Elias. The name hung in the air, wet and heavy. Elias Thorne pulled his collar tighter against the chill. He stood in the mud of the valley floor, his rifle split down the center of the stock, useless wood and iron. The rain had stopped, but the ground remained a slick, sucking brown. He wanted the bounty. Two hundred dollars. That was what the notice said. Two hundred dollars for the head of...

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