Hide, Lace & Lonesome Trails

The dusty path stretched before me, a ribbon of sun-baked clay winding through fields of tall, whispering grass. The air hung thick with the scent of sagebrush, and a hawk circled lazily overhead, its cry echoing in the vastness of the desert. I tightened my grip on the reins, feeling the familiar hide straps against my palms. Ahead, the trail narr

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