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BLACK BEN
Ben had never felt so cold in his life. An icy wind had been blowing all day, and he'd spent a good deal of time with his hands in his armpits, trying to keep them from going numb, leading the horse west with his knees.
The sun set and it got dark and the chill got mean. He tried to create a shelter, but had to give up on it when he could no longer feel his fingers. His stolen horse was not happy, but at least it provided warmth, and he leaned over the horn and tried to get as close to it as possible.
He was walking through the darkness, looking up at the night sky, at the millions of stars up there, and he started to cry. He didn’t know if he was going the right way; he was hungry, he was cold, he was confused, and if he could do it all over again, he wouldn’t have shot th
