Sunset's Secret Thrill EITHER WE WERE EARLY, or the doves were late. Regardless, the South Texas brush was sweltering under 95-degree September heat—and no flights were incoming to water at the stock tank. "This is brutal," I said, hunkering in the sweaty semi-shade of a mesquite bush. Klink peered over from his folding stool on […]
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