“Last Night in Maracaibo (Either Way)”

His eyes drifted from the street to her.

Maracaibo was as dark as the grave, and the irony was not lost on him.

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“Pass Me the Cooking Pot”

“I sure am getting hungry.”

The wagon train raced through the pass, hoping to beat the snows.

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