J.R. EVERS

J.R. EVERS' BOOKS

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THE BOUNTY HUNTER

A faint red glow donned itself over the heavy frost splayed around my bedroll, as the sun began to make its appearance on the horizon. Morning. I emerged from the confines of my blankets. A small spiral of leftover smoke rose from what remained of my coals. I rustled it up and unfurled a fire into the crisp cold air.

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