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I WAS THERE. WHEN THE SOUND OF FRAGMENTING STEEL SPLIT THE COLD, CRISP WYOMING AIR AND THE ECHO SEEMED TO BOUNCE OFF THE SOLID ROCK WALLS TELLING US WHO ,TRUELY, WAS IN CHARGE AT THAT PRECISE MOMENT IN TIME. YES, THE MUDDERS HAD ARRIVED AND THE EPIC BATTLE WAS ON WITH THE ROCKS!
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