The brisk early winter air is cold and refreshing as she leads them out of the saloon and towards the battered old blue and white pickup parked on the street. Purgatory stretches around them, lonely streets and old buildings. Past the town limits, the empty white fields of the badlands disappear off into the horizon, ended only by the towering teeth of the mountain range. "All I know about her is that she's a loner and an artist and she knows a heck of a lot about the Ghost River Triangle."
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The brisk early winter air is cold and refreshing as she leads them out of the saloon and towards the battered old blue and white pickup parked on the street. Purgatory stretches around them, lonely streets and old buildings. Past the town limits, the empty white fields of the badlands disappear off into the horizon, ended only by the towering teeth of the mountain range. "All I know about her is that she's a loner and an artist and she knows a heck of a lot about the Ghost River Triangle."