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... and Winters in the back suddenly stopped the horse when he saw it.
"There, Centurion." Tamas pointed to a bend in the Bighorn River: "The barbarian is the anchor there."
The warhorse threw its legs uneasily, as if it could smell the blood lingering in the air.
Winters tugged at the reins, inspecting and assessing the dikes, slopes, ravines, and rivers before him.
After a moment of contemplation, he took out an atlas with a black cover, drew a few strokes ...
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