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It had been a long day. He was looking forward to a good meal and sitting on the porch with a stiff drink.  Climbing down off of his horse, he gave two short whistles.   His dog came running on command to his side.  He reached down and scratched her head.  She was a good friend.

It was lonely being the proprietor of the last trading post before the crowsnest, but it was a good honest living and he couldn't imagine any other life.  

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Mostly, he supported the ranchers in the surrounding area, but every once in while he had a traveler pick up supplies before moving on.  

As if on cue, he saw the silhouettes of several men on horseback on the horizon.

"Probably ranchers." he thought.   He went inside to put the coffee on.

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