Cow-Country (Classic Reprint) B. M. Bower

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In hot mid afternoon when the acrid, gray dust-cloud kicked up by the listless plodding of eight thousand cloven hoofs formed the only blot on the hard blue above the Staked Plains, an ox stumbled and fell awkwardly under Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Cow-Country (Classic Reprint) (B. M. Bower)