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You’re 1,200 Miles From the Nearest Icebox. Now Keep the Meat From Rotting.
Published 2 months ago
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You wake up because a mosquito is drinking from the corner of your mouth. Late June, 1843. The canvas glows gray before dawn. Somewhere outside, the wagon master is coughing up dust and yesterday’s bacon. Tom Miller’s wife is already yelling at him for something. It’s always something. Six weeks out from Independence. Somewhere in […]