In front of the old stable, the air is thick with the sharp scent of the buffalo yard. A man adjusts a simple metal collar around the woman’s neck — not as a mark of power, but of strange tenderness. She smiles faintly, the dust swirling between them as the restless animals watch, not understanding the quiet bond forming before their eyes.
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