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Basin Horses

I watched my feet as they wove through rough brush and gravel, bowing my head to the mid-day sun.  Worn two-track disappeared beneath my footsteps as I moved across the Great Divide Basin.  Heat beat down from above, and rose to meet each step.  I glanced up at the cool line of tree covered hills on the horizon.  Trees meant water and shade, and I had finished my last liter of water about an hour earlier.

Great Divide Basin

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