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Leaving his rifle in the wagon, Tilghman walked up to the door and hammered on it.
There was no reply so he shoved it open with his foot and stepped inside.
Directly opposite the door was a roaring log fire, a welcome sight on that bitterly cold day.
Seated near it with his back to the door was the rancher, Ed Dunn.

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