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The trail from west to east was a gray slosh of mud and storm clouds. The towns they stopped through began to blur for Violet. The same dirt main roads, the same banks and saloons, the same weary-eyed people watching them as they made their stay and took their leave. Throughout their travels, Violet took much of that time for herself. Some days, she would be so lost in her own mind that she barely said anything beyond the usual pleasantries.