Freedom Underground (3) As they left Regina, the proper road ended, and soon a desolate wilderness spread out before them. The hay wagon raced tirelessly through that dark and rugged field. Rattle, rattle. Every time the wagon shook, acrid dust rose from the parched ground. “This isn’t the usual route for merchant caravans. There isn’t even a single decent signpost....
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