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There wereno trees, no foliage, and no creatures—just barren desert wasteland that stretched into infinity. The last thing he would remember was trying to stay conscious and not fall from hissaddle. The big man talked about his ranch and his apricot crop and how his wife was bedridden since his last child had come. Gunther pointed to Tristan.
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