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The wind blew down Barnum Street hard, with a heavy snow coming with it on this night. Everything was coated with snow from the tops of the buildings down to the street., even the sides of the buildings had snow painting their sides. Only the blast of the wind could be heard in the town of Dog Lick, a very haunting sound to the person caught out in the midst of it's fury. It was the middle of winter and the season had brought it's impact on the life of the small mining town. The street was barren except for the occasional horse left tied up in front of a building. Love Saloon was the only building that showed any signs of life to it with the dull flicker of light breaking through its windows. Down Barnum Street came a tan horse with it's head held low in exhaustion, on it's back was an equally exhausted rider. Snow was clinging to every part of the two that would support it. The rider seemed to be in a daze, almost falling off several times as he rode to his destination. As he rode to the front of the town's livery he shook his head and smacked his face to wake up. The slap knocked shards of ice off his long thick beard bringing him back out of the daze. The man looked up the livery's sign which read Red's Livery in smaller letters it said come on in. He began knocking off the snow from his buffalo skin jacket and chaps as if it were dirt. Standing up in the stirrups he began popping his back from the long ride and then threw his leg over the horse and slid off.

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