—not the way you want to go if promptness matters— will get you there if there is the middle of nowhere. The townsite itself straddling the county line like the spine of the wild hog you know lurks rooting behind that row of trees, the yellow center stripe your guide, the name a portmanteau you might have packed if you’d boarded the last stage arriving here a century ago. Some lanes were ...
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