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We had spent the better part of the year chasing things that didn't want to be found. Cattle, water, peace of mind. Now, with the reins loose in my hands, I realized the chasing was over. The horses knew it too. They stood with their heads low, their ribs rising and falling in time with the quiet evening. "We going down?" I asked.

Elias struck a match against his thumbnail. The tiny flame flared against the cooling dusk, illuminating the lines around his eyes—trenches dug by years of glaring into the bright white heat of the borderlands. He didn’t light a cigarette. He just held the fire until it stung his fingertips, then dropped it into the dust. Iron_and_Wine_and_Calexico-In_The_Reins-16BIT-W...

"There’s a storm coming up from the south," he said. His voice was just a notch above a whisper, soft enough that the wind nearly stole it. "You can smell the creosote waking up." We had spent the better part of the

"Yeah," he finally said, nudging his mount forward. "Let's go see what's left of the light." The horses knew it too

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