On a cold, rainy night, just outside of Medford, Oregon, the trail was darklike when you close your eyes in a closet kind of dark. Clouds covered the sky and moon, what little of it there was. For days, the moon had been a sliver, like a cats eye. It was barely noticed except by him, Victor Jane, a lone cowboy with a small herd.
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