Isn’t it amazing how everything can be completely perfect one minute and totally messed up the next? How one minute you know what’s right and wrong, up and down, left and right, and the next minute you can no longer tell the difference between you knee and your elbow? Well that’s where this story took me.
Even after all these years I can still remember the day Pa came home from checking cattle and made the announcement. I was sitting at the table doing my homework when Pa turned a chair around and straddled it. He leaned his chin down on his arms that were folded on the back of the chair and just stared at me with a great big grin! I glanced up and saw him looking at me. I don’t remember my exact words, but I do remember telling him that I couldn’t concentrate on my work as long as he was staring at me that way. I also informed him that I was hurrying with my homework so I can fish for a couple hours in the pond tonight – just for fun.
Pa’s smile just grew wider as he reached over and closed my book. I can’t remember him ever doing that before so I suddenly put my hand to his forehead. “I’m not sick,” Pa chuckled. “And you aren’t going fishing in the pond tonight.”
I looked at him strangely. I would think that he had one too many beers with Micah earlier, but he hadn’t been in town all day…so I thought! Pa pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. Then he handed it to me. I stared at it. It was my assignments for the next week. “How would you like to go on a cattle drive?”
My eyes must have grown wide as saucers. I remember standing up likety split and my chair crashing to the floor! “Oh Pa! Honest?” I asked as I clung to his arms and smiled. Pa told me I wouldn’t even have to do homework until I got back – then I’d have to spend the entire three days before returning to school studying my week’s lessons. I nodded happily.
I remember that week like it was yesterday. You see, our friend, Sid Halpern was buying a lot of cattle and he wanted us to help! I felt so special having been invited on the cattle drive, and I worked hard showing my Pa just how hard I could work. I hollered at the cows just like my pa, and I dragged that pack horse along beside me as if it was the most important job in the world! I remember turning in my saddle to look at my pa when I had the chance and seeing the prideful smile on his face. He would give me a wink and a nod, letting me know I was doing a great job!
But then we would stop for the night and I would be so exhausted! The first night, I fell asleep while eating. Pa took my plate and picked me up to take me to my bedroll. I opened my eyes and told him I was okay. He just chuckled at me and said he was sure I was fine. “I want to take a shift at watching the cattle,” I remember saying.
Pa just laughed and said, “When you get yourself a little bigger in the britches, boy!”
Then the next day we would start the drive back up, riding all day as we drove those cattle toward North Fork. I told Pa once while he rode beside me that I could feel dirt on every inch of my body. I stated that it would feel good to have a bath. I remember my Pa laughing at me and shaking his head. He said that if I wanted to take a bath, the dust must be bad!
That night as we got ready to settle, Pa asked me how it felt to run someone else’s cattle. I told pa it felt great. This was the life - me and my Pa working together on the land, sleeping under the stars, and spending time together. I was so happy as I ate my Pa’s wonderful camp fire food, laughed at his jokes, and listened to him tell those wonderful stories of days gone by. I can never forget all the prideful looks he gave me on that trip. I can’t even remember one single time he had to get onto me. Life seemed so perfect!
But then something happened that turned everything upside down for me. A stranger came to share our meal, and no sooner had we finished eating and started joking when he suddenly pulled a gun on Sid. It didn’t take long to realize that Sid wasn’t Sid – Sid was Roy Coleman.
Pa protectively got me away from the man called Clemmie and Mr. Halpern. I stared in horror as Mr. Halpern, this father of a little boy, confessed that he was an outlaw. There was no longer laughter filling the air. Now, I heard words of anger, regret, and greed. I so desperately wanted to scream at my Pa for not doing anything, but when I did finally speak up, three pairs of eyes immediately hushed me and I went back to merely staring, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Then things got worse. I was so confused and worried, that I don’t know who started the shooting first. When the shooting started, Pa shielded me with his body. Pa had said this was part of my growing up. If it was, I didn’t want to grow up! I didn’t like seeing this stuff happen to people I cared about. Suddenly, the shooting was over and two men were dead – our friend, Mr. Halpern and Clemmie, the bounty hunter.
All I could do after Mr. Halpern died was stare. Pa sat beside his body and put a hand to his forehead. He just sat there silent for a long time while I stood behind him and stared. I turned and looked at Clemmie, dead beside his horse. Then I turned and stared at Mr. Halpern’s body, my Pa still kneeling beside him. Again, I turned back to Clemmie’s body and back. But no matter how many times I looked back and forth, it didn’t make any more sense. I heard the echo of my laughter from earlier ring in my head.
Another echo that sounded was Mr. Halpern’s singing to the cattle. Was that only just minutes ago? I slowly sat down. Pa suddenly stood and reached for a shovel that we had brought along. I stared at him as he walked off a little ways and started digging. No words were said. The sound of Mr. Halpern’s last words still rang in my ears. That was the last sound I had heard. And now I could hear the shovel hit the dirt and a splat as the dirt hit the ground.
I slowly stood and walked over toward Pa. “Can-“ I suddenly stopped. My voice sounded loud after being silent for so long. “Can I help?”
Pa didn’t turn to look at me but held the shovel in the ground as he spoke. “No. You get your bedroll out and go to sleep,” he answered. “We’ll leave for home early in the morning.”
“Pa,” I started.
But Pa shook his head, his back was still towards me. “Tomorrow, son.” That’s all he said.
I laid down in the bedroll and closed my eyes, but all I could hear was the sound of the shovel hit the dirt. Thump – splat – thump – splat – thump – splat. Over and over it sounded until I thought I could stand it no longer. Pa suddenly stopped and walked over to the fire. He bent down next to me and smoothed my hair back. I saw a tight smile on his face. He laid a hand on my cheek and just looked into my eyes. No words were spoken. He saw the questions in my eyes, and I saw them in his. In that instant, I knew that there were no words to make this better.
Pa sat down beside me and stared ahead at the fire. I knew what he was doing and I respected him for it. He knew the sounds were keeping me awake – putting more torture in my heart. He would sit beside me until I fell asleep, then he would stay awake all night digging that hole and burying the young outlaw so I wouldn’t have to see the terrifying image the daylight would bring.
I did finally fall asleep. The tiredness I felt kept me asleep until the first rays of the sun peaked into camp. I opened my eyes and sat up. At first I didn’t remember the tragic events of the night before, but as my brain adjusted to being awake, it all came back to me. I looked around. The bodies were gone. Pa had Mr. Halpern’s body slumped over his horse, and he was finishing the cross to put on the grav
I sat up and walked over to him as he stuck the cross into the dirt. I gently laid my hand on his shoulder as we stared at the cross together. “Did you…say some words?” I asked.
Pa sighed. “I said a prayer before I buried him. Not much good that can do for him now though.” Pa ran his hand over the cross one more time then stood. He hung Clemmie’s gun belt and hat on the cross. “Let’s go, son.”
I worked on cooking some oatmeal over the fire so we could eat. I reached out a bowl of it to Pa, but he shook his head stating he couldn’t eat a thing. “Well, it was a waste to cook it then.” Pa stated I could eat it. But then I sat straight up as he stared into the fire. “If you don’t eat, I don’t eat!” I declared.
Pa’s head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at me. But then a sad smile played at the corner of his lips and he reached out his hand for the bowl. “Well, you don’t give me much choice, son!” Pa declared.
I couldn’t get Mr. Halpern’s dying wish out of my head. I thought about it the entire time we were getting ready to go. His words echoed in my head over and over…they wouldn’t go away. I finally had to ask Pa – to know that we were doing the right thing. “Well, we won’t tell nobody, will we? I mean about what happened? We’ll make up a story like he asked us?” I can’t describe what I was feeling – sadness, fear, doubt, confusion…like everything was all twisted around and turned upside down and stuff…The reason I asked the question was because at the moment, I didn’t know what was right and wrong.
Pa said we’d keep the truth from the family. Was that right? Were we lying or were we protecting them? I quietly reflected on these thoughts as I worked at driving the cattle to North Fork.
We had to go directly to the Halpern anch. I drove the cattle into the pastor as Pa slowly trotted up to the house. I watched as Toby ran out of the house crying, “Pa, Pa! Pa’s home!” I saw Mrs. Halpern come out with a smile on her face. I slowly climbed from my horse as she froze in the spot and stared straight ahead at her husband’s body slumped over the saddle.
Pa suddenly took his hat off and nervously played with it. Mrs. Halpern threw her hands to her face. I turned around, not being able to watch the scene that followed. But I couldn’t close the noise out. I heard Pa mumble something to her. He spoke quietly, reserved. But she didn’t. I heard what she said loud and clear. “Nooooooooo!” She screamed. She screamed it over and over.
Then I heard poor little Toby begin crying. He was saying some words, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I closed my eyes as tears escaped from my eyes. My back stayed turned to them. I imagined what I’d be saying right now – begging and pleading with God to bring my Pa back to me, crying out how could you let this happen!, calling Pa’s name over and over and-
Suddenly, a hand touched my shoulder. I turned around and looked up into my father’s sad eyes. “Let’s go son.”
I looked over his shoulder and stared as Mrs. Halpern sat over her husband’s body. “We can’t just leave it like this!” I cried. “We must burry him.”
“They want some time alone, son.” Pa’s voice was broken. “We’ll send the Undertaker out to get the body later. I’ll send the doc out too. Together, they’ll help her.”
I couldn’t understand why we weren’t staying. I stared at Pa as I stood beside my horse, but Pa only looked at me sternly, silently ordering me to mount up and ride for home. I did, but I still didn’t understand why we weren’t doing anything. Pa just rode silently. I knew he had his reasons, and I knew I would have to respect him for that.
I spent a lot of time sitting on the porch and looking up into the sky. It was as if I was waiting for God to inscribe the answers to my perplexing questions on the blue background of the sky. Pa would come out from doing his chores and look at me worriedly. I just needed time – time to understand. He never said a word to me. I guess he knew I needed that time. But that night, he came home from town and told me the funeral would be the next day.
I didn’t want to go. I couldn’t see those sad faces. I told Pa as much as I wiped the tears from my cheek with the back of my hand. Pa was kneeling in front of me, concern shown all over his face and his eyes were raised, staring into my face. I told him I couldn’t face their sad faces. He told me that this, too, was part of my growing up. Then he stood and walked away. I stared at his retreating figure, knowing I would go.
They were strong. Both Mr. Halpern’s wife and son stood through the entire funeral and stared straight ahead, never crying. They were leaving on the stage later in the day to go back East. I stood silently, my hat in my hand. I wasn’t listening to the preacher, but thinking on the words.
Was it just a week ago that we were in Willow Springs laughing together? And now he was dead…Dead…And his wife and son were leaving. Pa bought some of the cattle we drove back, but I don’t know what happened to the rest and I didn’t care.
On the way back I began talking more. Not about Mr. Halpern or anything that had happened, but about normal stuff. Pa suddenly stopped the wagon and asked me if I was okay. I looked straight ahead and sighed. “I will be. How about you?”
Pa patted my back. A big smile was on his face. “I will be,” he answered as he proudly ran a hand through my hair. “We got chores to do!”
I nodded and knew that getting back to our normal routine was the best thing for us.
I thought it was all over – that we could go home and begin our normal routine. But that wasn’t to be. Just when I thought life could get no worse – that things could get no more confusing, the little bit of sense I had been able to put back into my world was suddenly stolen from me as fast as the snap of a finger.
You see, I was working on my chores when suddenly, these two men – an old man and a young, ugly man – rode up onto the ranch. At first we thought they just wanted a drink of water. But suddenly, the ugly guy kicked my Pa in the face. I sure was slow to react. After everything that had happened the last few days, I just wasn’t expecting this…at all! But I sure did run over to help my Pa. The old man, though…he grabbed me and kept me away while the ugly guy started beating my Pa.
You cannot even begin to imagine the thoughts that went through my head as I watched this man beat up on my Pa! I wanted to claw his eyes out! He was already ugly, but he was double so because he was so…evil! He finally hit Pa so hard that it knocked him out cold.
The old man dragged me into the house kicking and screaming. I wasn’t about to go in there without a fight. And it took me a few minutes to realize what exactly was going on. Pa woke up and found himself sitting up against the cabinet that held all our dishes. I was scared for him as I wiped his face with a wet cloth. “You’re alright, Pa! You’re alright!” I kept saying over and over. I’m not sure who I was trying to convince – Pa or myself.
I had so many emotions going through my body. All those emotions I had been feeling from the last few days were now even worse because now my Pa was the one being mistreated. I was crying for him. I didn’t know what else to do. Without him able to help me, I was on my own to try to find a solution to this whole mess.
As I was talking to my Pa and wiping his face, the ugly man – his name’s Gavin, by the way, but I’ll just call him the ugly man cause he was pure mean! Anyway, the ugly man suddenly grabbed my Pa by the hair and started hitting his head against the cabinet. I could see how much it hurt my Pa by watching his face. Boy, was I mad! I stood up and begged the ugly man to leave my Pa alone! But he just pushed me down. Pa reached out to fight him since he was now being rough with me, but Pa was so weak…
“Seven years they’ve been looking for you, Coleman! Seven years and my brother had to play the fool and thought he could take you along!” That’s what the ugly man said. I tried to think on this in my mind, to put it all together. Coleman? Wasn’t that Mr. Halpern’s real name? But I didn’t have much time to think on this because the ugly man suddenly hit my Pa again, and my Pa reared in pain.
“Leave him alone! He’s my father!” I screamed. I can’t tall you what watching them beating on my Pa did to me. It hurt deep within me a deep, physical pain…in my soul. I wanted to do something to help my Pa, to tell him to slap me once just to give my Pa a break. Pa was in so much pain!
And I can’t tell you what this ugly man did to me. He put a deep fear in me. He was evil – the devil’s own delight! There was nothing good in him. The more I watched him, the more I knew it.
I struggled to get out of the old man’s arms. He was holding me tight. How could a father allow his son to treat my father this way?
I stared in agony as I watched the ugly man press the barrel of my father’s rifle into his cheek. I could see Pa’s face, and I could see this hurt him something awful. I was hopeless, though, as I just stood by and watched. “I don’t know what Clemmie tried or how he found you, but I’m gonna tell you you killed a boy that didn’t even know how to handle a gun right,” the ugly man was saying now.
He thought my Pa was Coleman? The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My Pa didn’t try to defend himself or anything! I wanted him to tell him the truth – that he wasn’t Coleman; that Coleman laid dead in his grave. “Tell him Pa!” I begged over and over as I continued squirming in the old man’s arms. “Tell him!” But Pa stayed silent. Why wasn’t he telling the truth? Why wouldn’t he stick up for us – get us out of this situation before we got killed?
The ugly man continued to sneer at my pa in that evil voice of his as he continued to press the barrel of Pa’s rifle into his cheek. Pa continued wincing in pain. If only I could get away! If only I could- Suddenly, the ugly man said something purely evil – his voice made the evil words even more evil – and I stared in horror at what he said. “You’re gonna hang, Coleman! Yes sir, you’re gonna hang!” Those words echoed in my head over and over…
The ugly man finally stopped beating on my Pa. He and the old man tied us up together. I begged them to put my father on his back so he’d be more comfortable, but they didn’t want him comfortable. They wanted him to hurt. My father was too weak to fight, but I was getting stronger by the minute, and I wasn’t going to let them tie us up without a fight. I kicked and squirmed and fought the whole time, but the ugly man finally picked me up and slammed me sideways down onto my Pa’s back. It hurt me, but it hurt my Pa something awful as a horrid, loud groan escaped my father’s throat. I’m sure part of his pain was watching them treat me so awful and him not being able to do anything about it. So to protect my pa from anymore anguish, I gave up my fight.
After tying us up, they left. We were now alone, and I wanted some answers. I asked Pa why he didn’t tell them the truth. It was hard for him to answer, but he finally did. He told me he did it to protect Mr. Helpern’s wife and son. If he had told them the truth, they would have gone back into town and told them. He said that all we needed was another hour.
I stayed silent after he said that. I was so proud of my Pa. He endured all that pain, that beating, just to help his friend. Even knowing that I could be hurt didn’t make him talk. He allowed me to be part of this with him – he put the wife and little boy first before him or me. I smiled in spite of our situation, realizing that this may be the first time he allowed his thoughts to focus away from the danger I may be in and onto another child who needed protected from the truth.
“You okay, son?” Pa asked me at one point. I nodded, but realized he couldn’t see my nod. “Yeah…” I answered. “But it’s you that’s hurt, Pa. Why they’ve-“ I started.
“Bruises will heal, son. The scars that their words would have done to Mrs. Halpern and Toby would never heal.” I laid quietly as I thought on that. He knew that even if I was beaten along beside him, my bruises would heal more easily. That’s why he stayed silent.
We were there for a long time. I finally told Pa it had to have been an hour and he needed to tell them the truth. But he hushed me as the father and son came back inside. Pa finally told them the truth but they didn’t believe him. “We had nothing to do with it,” I moaned. I was feeling total defeat. If we couldn’t convince them…I didn’t allow that thought to go any further. I couldn’t think like that – it would make me weak and I had to stay strong.
Pa tried to prove that he didn’t do it. He showed them that while Mr. Halpern was robbing the train, our mother was dying. He even showed them where it was written at in the Bible, but nothing was going to change the mind of this ugly man! He was pure evil, like I said, and he wanted the $2000.00 reward for bringing him in.
He was going to ride us all the way to Texas. We got out onto the porch and my Pa stopped. I knew it! I just knew he would find a way to fight! Pa talked to the old man. “Why drag it out? Get it over with now!” We were standing on the front porch now as Pa said this. I knew he was up to something. “He’s not gonna let me live long enough to tell my story.”
I guess I was beginning to learn that, but hearing Pa say it made it real. I was suddenly scared, and I looked to Pa for protection. He was trying to protect me in the only way he could at the moment. The old man suddenly asked his son if he was going to kill us. The ugly man just commented that “It” was $2,000.00.”
Then Pa said something else that sent chills over every inch of my body. “You think that’s a good price for my boy’s life too?” I could see the desperation in my Pa’s eyes. If nothing else, he was trying to save my life. He was going to kill me too?
Of course he was. The ugly man was smart enough to know that I was brave like my Pa. And if they happened to kill him and I lived, I would tell someone everything I knew. I looked at this man and wondered if he was evil enough to kill me. He was. I knew that. I could feel his evilness in my very being!
Suddenly, there was hope! Pa was able to distract the ugly man. He knocked him down and ordered me to run to the barn as fast as I could. Pa had the rope in his hands. He ordered me up into the hayloft. I climbed up quickly, happy to be free at the moment. Pa threw the rope up to me and began climbing up after me. My heart beat faster in hopes of our success in overcoming our latest ordeal.
But suddenly, they were there in the barn. The tension rose as I realized that I was safe, but my Pa was still down there fighting for his life. And if they killed him, they would then turn on me and kill me too. The ugly man held my Pa’s rifle in his grubby little hands. I knew my Pa didn’t have a chance as long as he tried to fight against a rifle.
I suddenly looked at the rope. Pa had taught me about calf-roping, and he told me I was the best calf-roper around! I knew I only had one shot. As fast as I could, I tied that rope into a lasso. Then I swung it over my head and tossed it toward the gun. I pulled it tight and lifted the rifle. I got it! I rejoiced in my heart, knowing that I had just given my Pa a better chance at fighting this ugly man.
I watched them fighting. The fight was ugly…evil as this man did everything he could to tackle my Pa. But my Pa was a big man and nobody could overcome him – especially when he was fighting for me! Pa continued to fight him off as I watched hopefully from up in the hayloft.
Then suddenly, it was over…violently and tragically. The ugly man ran toward my pa. But he landed on the pitchfork. I saw the pitchfork stab clear threw him. The sight was too horrible – too awful for me to describe in a place where children could be reading. But if you saw the look on my face, you can only imagine the image that was engraved in my mind from that day forward. My stomach churned as I stared at it. Then I quickly crawled away, further back into the hayloft and waited for the image to leave.
I heard the old man crying. Then I heard Pa call my name. I covered my mouth with my hand and ran to the window. I ridded my stomach of it’s contents. Pa heard me and was up in the hayloft in mere seconds. He lifted me out of the window, holding me as I took care of business. Then it was over. He quickly took me into his arms and patted my head as we just held each other. We were silent. There were no words as we listened to the old man cry for his son.
Pa finally stood and started down the loft. I stared toward the ladder. Pa looked up from the steps and saw my pale face. He hurried back up the ladder and ordered me to wrap my arms around him. “You must go for Micah, son,” Pa whispered in my ear. I nodded obediently and wrapped my arms around his neck. Then I closed my eyes as we climbed down the ladder quickly. I ran out of the barn and waited by the porch. I couldn’t even turn to look back because I knew the image that would meet my eyes, and I never wanted to see that again. I was still shaking from everything that had met me this day.
Pa soon brought Blue Boy out to me. He picked me up in a loving gesture and plopped me onto my horse. Then he patted my leg. “Ride fast, son. We need to get this over.” I nodded as my heart began racing as I dwelled on the events of the day. Pa stood in the yard and watched me until I was out of sight. I knew this, because I could feel his protective eyes watching me.
I raced as fast as I could and ran into town. By the time I got there, Blue Boy was very tired. I had run him too hard. I stopped in front of Micah’s office and ran inside, but he wasn’t there. Miss Hattie ran from the store. “Mark, what’s wrong?”
“We had some trouble at our ranch!” I cried as I tried to catch my breath. “We need Micah!”
Suddenly, Micah was there. His hands landed on my shoulders and he quickly turned me around. My eyes grew wide as saucers. After everything that had happened, I wasn’t expecting that. Micah suddenly kneeled down in front of me and smiled reassuringly. “Just tell me what’s wrong, son.”
I closed my eyes. “The father and brother of the bounty hunger came to the ranch and…” I quickly told him what happened. Micah nodded and pointed to my horse. “Take him down to Nels so he can water him. We’ll get you a fresh horse. You can come back and get him later.”
I obeyed his orders. Then we hurried back to the ranch. I had told Micah how the ugly man had died, so he told me to wait by the bridge as he raced up to the house. I saw Pa come out of the barn and shield his eyes. He waved for me to come up. I did so and slowly climbed off my horse as I stared at the covered body slumped over the saddle. Micah went to see the body. He told me he needed to for his report. From the look on his face, he saw enough.
I watched the old man slowly mount his horse. He sat there silently, his eyes filled with tears as Pa handed him the reins to his son’s horse. No words were said as he slowly rode away. Pa and Micah walked into the house to discuss the details. I didn’t want to hear anymore about it, so I just stood out on the porch, looking around the yard.
As I stood out on the porch looking over the peaceful land, Micah and Pa walked out. “Justice doesn’t always hang a man, does he?” I wasn’t sure what that statement meant, and I didn’t care. I already had enough questions that would forever go unanswered.
I watched Micah ride away. Pa started to go back inside. I stopped him. I knew he needed to be alone as much as I needed to, but there was one question I had on my mind. All the time I had watched that ugly, evil man, the question went through my head. He talked to his father like he was his enemy, and his father tried to please him. That’s why I asked the question. A son was asking his father this: "Pa, do you think he loved his son even at the end?" The man was filled with the worse evil and I couldn’t imagine a love so great.
Pa turned and looked at me. "I think a father never stops loving his son Mark,” he stated. Then he walked inside the house and shut the door. I thought on that long and hard. If that father could love his son after all the evilness he did, then I knew that nothing I could ever do would stop my father from loving me.
I stared over the land, remembering the times I had made my Pa angry and disappointed. There had been a few times in my life where I wondered if he did love me in those hot moments when he was yelling at me. Now there was no doubt in my mind that he did.
I sat on the porch thinking over all that had happened throughout the week. Tomorrow would be Saturday, and I’m sure Pa would want things to get back to normal again. The door suddenly opened and Pa came out. He sat down beside me on the steps and put his arm around my shoulders. He didn’t say anything at first. But then I turned my head and looked into his eyes.
He smiled at me. It was a deep, warm smile. No words were said, but that smile made my heart leap.
I smiled back at him. I was no longer confused. I no longer had questions I was desperate to have answers to. I knew my Pa loved me, and he knew I loved him. That love had seen us through many a battle, and it would see us through many more.
Pa squeezed my shoulder as we smiled into each other’s eyes. Then he patted my head. “After supper, we best get started on your lessons,” Pa said softly.
“Well, I thought I would go fishing for a couple hours tonight?” I said this with a question, hoping Pa would say yes.
Pa continued to smile at me. “I tell you what, son. You work hard on your lessons tonight and tomorrow while I get some work done around the ranch, and then we’ll both go fishing tomorrow evening.”
I was happy to hear “both.” Fishing was always better when he came along. “Oh boy!” I exclaimed as I ran into the house to eat supper.
*A special thanks goes out to Michelle Palmer for her insight on how Mark had seen these episodes.
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