Town Out Of Time

Where the hell was he?  Tex tilted his hat, shielding his burnished face from the low western sun, and squinted down the empty street. ‘WATERFALL MOUNTAIN’, read the lettering over the courthouse.  He didn’t care, anyway.  Saddle sore and weary from days on the trail, he ached for a drink, and his horse needed water.   …

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