Western Adventure
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US Western)Transcript
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prologue, Wes Freeman sat with his back to the wall in his long legs, stretched out in front of him, his scuffed boots and spurs resting on a second chair. He was reluctant to leave. His coffee cup was empty and his breakfast dishes cleaned up, and he wondered why he'd bothered. He guessed it was because he liked this little one room cabin, and he wanted the next tenant to feel the same. Glancing out the window, he saw that daylight was gaining, and he rose wearily to his feet. The weight of his decision and what he was about to do, bore down on him. Reluctantly, he took his gun belt from Ah, hook behind the door, strapped it on and prayed he wouldn't need it. After one last look around the room, he blew out the lantern on the table and stepped outside the door, closed behind him with a hollow thud. His gilding. Nick erred at his approach, and as he mounted toe leave, three broodmares came to stand with their heads over the fence, eyeing him curiously, How the ladies West said affectionately, than with an edge of bitterness, he continued, I'd like to take you with me, but that would be stealing. That's something only rich bankers they're allowed to do. Putting his horse into motion, he rode from the yard. He did not look back.