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41 Beso’s Stream of Gold I don’t think much escapes Beso’s notice. He can probably smell the rain in distant clouds, weigh the heavy humid air, and concern himself with the branding five miles from here. But I know something that he does not know— just before the sun disappears over the ridge, it is a stream of gold that pours from his backlit silhouette. ...

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