Storm Watch Butte Telling myself I won't go there

the preacherman came to town.

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the butte weren't no easy climb, callousing his paws as the man's long limbs fumbled for grip and rest point. that it were night made matters worse, but he had a good eye, and a clever brain, and so he finally ascended the mountain.

up it, someone else had taken shelter. big male, a blondie, curled up behind a windbreaker raise. trouble.

the preacherman wondered if he'd been seen, as he dropped into a stalker's crouch.