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Hill City, South Dakota
April 1th 2035
Redhawk enjoyed exploring the property on which the house sat. The early spring wildflowers were in full bloom and the air was sweet. Beckwourth was rarely at the house. He was always heading out somewhere. Redhawk didn’t know where he slept, and since Billy did offer to tell him, Redhawk thought it better not to ask him. However this morning, returning from his walk, Redhawk spotted Billy sitting on the front porch.
“Good morning.” Redhawk waved.
Billy waited for Redhawk to reach the porch and stood. “Take a look,” he said as he handed his phone to Redhawk. “Is that the man who tried to kill you?”
Redhawk scrutinize the image. “He’s Chinese, but not the guy who tried to kill me. Scary looking guy, though. Where’d you find him?”
“He’s been a
