Dedication to Frank Medina
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Dedication to Frank Medina
Frank was my step dad. We rode a lot of fence in the high desert of Idaho together. I don’t know where he found all the horses we broke, but I’ll bet Satan was glad when he found out they were gone.
It was obvious that anyone who knew the country would not be in this end of the valley. They would know there was no way out. Besides that, why would there be so many men traveling together and why so far from any known road? They appeared to be following his tracks step for step. His rapidly pounding heart already knew the answer to his questions. This looked like a posse, or it might be vigilantes. Vigilantes wouldn’t be asking many questions.
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