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Excluding the horses and the trough, Fred saw no sign of civilization. To
the west was a hige range of foothills, turning from green fields to rock
halfway up. A few goats could be seen running amok on the border. To the
north were more rolling hills, all the way to the horizon. A few patches
of woods sprouted from the hills like the hair on Great Uncle Jeffy. The east was yet more hills sloping downwards until it hit a great forest. Thick trees stood hundreds of feet tall. South was a small, loud river, surrounded by rocky, flat land. Fred noted several points he and the horses could wade through. The river, having started in the mountains and looped around, went straight for a while befor making a few more wild curves and vanishing into the woods. Past that was more rocky land, soon breaking into woods, more woods and bare hills. The wind was warm but nippy. The fresh air smelled of rich growing things, water and horse sweat. Fred stamped about, getting worked up. He had to get his clothes dry. The pony neighed at him. The workhorse took a dump. Fred decided to head out. He couldn't leave the horses tied to the trough. He'd take 'em with. Have to be careful though, the pony couldn't travel as far as the rest. Fred untied the horses. The big one snuffled his ear. The other two pranced about, eager to be going. Fred decided to ride the big horse first and then trade off to the Appaloosa later. But which way to go? West was out because even the workhorse would have trouble cresting those foothills.
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