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January 24, 2007

Jim: Sunrise In Tombstone

In the eastern sky, indigo tendrils slowly pushed at the inky backdrop of night. Stars began to disappear, succumbing to the new day’s glow.

Standing on a wooden platform, Jeb stomped away the night’s chill and surveyed the rolling majesty of the dawn. Far away, a clan of coyotes howled a plaintive counterpoint to the first halting chirps of rising songbirds.

“It’s funny that I never noticed before now just how pretty the dawn is,” Jeb sighed.

The sheriff followed Jeb’s gaze toward the pastel horizon. “It’s funny how often I hear that,” he replied and carefully tightened Jeb’s noose.

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