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The sun sinks, bleeding fiery light across the endless plains, stretching the shadows of my horse and myself into long, dark fingers. The air is heavy, thick with the smell of dry sage and the dust kicked up by hooves. I sit straight-backed in the saddle, my bow notched and ready, my gaze fixed unwaveringly on you. What business does a stranger have in the lands of the Wapiti?