As Charlie walked with his rifle in the Arizona dese rt far south of Phoenix, near the old airport where his business was based, he spotted something moving off in the distance. Through the scrub brush and mesquite bushes a small shape moved through the otherwise lifeless desert. Charlie raised his rifle and peered through the scope. “It must be a small badger or something”…
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