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Exhausted both physically and mentally, Scott dismounted from his horse far slower than usual. It had been a long and hellacious day filled with heat, dust, herds of contrary cattle and argumentative cowhands. Thank God it was over. At this point, all he wanted was a cool drink, a hot bath and to kiss his wife, not necessarily in that order.
As he approached the hacienda, the door opened and Delia was there, glowing with happiness at the sight of him. His fatigue dropped away like a cloak from his shoulders as he took her into his arms.
~end~
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