The ride was taking longer than he imagined. Outside the dreary window the night showed it's first signs of rain. Antelope and dear came to and from, going on with nary a care in the world. Off in the distance a fish jumped in the lake. A flock of geese took off and flew south. Winter was coming.
Vince looked on with stoic bliss.
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