He slowly dismounted from the horse, and stood in the dust examining the trail. He’d been to Cowtown once or twice in his adult life, but it had been awhile. From this point, just across the river there were two well-traveled ways to get there. There was also a lesser path, more dangerous in the steeps and falls, but the scenery was said to be spectacular.
It should have been an obvious choice, but his mind was full of other thoughts, and now and then his heart grew heavy.
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