#gunslung

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@gunslung

  “ Aren’t you tired, cousin? Sit, rest your legs. ” HIS voice is carried like a whisper on a crimson mist, one that rolls almost calmly over the hills of rock and gravel-- a thin layer of blood left over anything the miasma so much as grazed. “ Let us hold court in the wilderness! Here. Now. As our forefather’s once did. ”