Veiled Stetson

The dusty wind whipped around his face, carrying with it the scent of black cowboy hat creosote. He adjusted his flared brimmed hat, a dim Stetson that had seen better days. The weaving on the band was worn thin, and the crown bore the marks of countless nights spent under the starlit sky. He squinted at the horizon, his gaze fixed on the distant s

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