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He smelled blood and crossed the line into the events that played over and over in his mind, it had stopped for a time, but now it was back.



Danny could see and smell even taste the dust flying in the air, it had been a long fight not one of the other soldiers he was with could tell who the bad guys were.



That was the whole problem, not like when he was young playing cowboys, the bad cowboy always wore a black hat while the good one wore a white Stetson, and this enemy… Continue