Purple mountains’ majesty? Check. Amber waves of grain? Double-check. I’ll tell you whut: we were a glorious, thundering herd, charging headlong through Big Sky Country with days and miles to burn. Damn, if we didn’t flog that slippery sumbitch Fun into submission.
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