The Coming Stampede of Death
As a boy, I spent a lot of time on ranches. One particular night my brothers and I wandered the field to view the big bright stars. We laid on the back and were interrupted by the sound of what we thought to be thunder. But the sky was clear. It wasn't thunder. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a stampede. A few dozen horses came blazing across the field and roared...
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