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It was clear from the gathering storm clouds that a gully washer was on the way. Thunder rumbled off in the distance and the wind sent tumbleweeds darting across the prairie like outlaws escaping from a posse. Rutt Mason automatically pulled his neckerchief up to cover his nose and mouth in an effort to proect his lungs from the swirling dust. Kicking his horse up to a trot, he set about looking for a place to weather the storm. (Cindi)

The old mutt dog with matted fir that had been with him for about two years, fell behind his horse to follow. He wasn't much to look at, but he was a good companion and friend and in Ruttís line of work, companionship and friendship were very scarce. (Gene)

Up ahead he saw something. Upon approaching, he found an abandoned sod house. Probably some previous settler run off by the drought, or indians, or the generally hard life out on the prairie. For whatever reason it was there, it fit his immediate need. He tied his horse where he was best sheltered from the wind, and took his meager belongings in to set up
temporary "housekeeping". At least he and "Dawg" would have some protection from the elements. (Newgen)


Being in an honest to God house (however meager)kind of made Rutt a little homesick. As it was he rarley had a chance to speak out loud, unless it was to Dawg or to curse himself for doing something stupid, and even though the house was dead empty except for him and Dawg, it held a eerie remanant traces of the lives that had lived in it before. Hooks hanging from the ceiling beams spoke to cooking pots that had been used over the open fire place to fill bellies and warm cold bodies. (Cindi)

time is up at 11:00


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