It was unbearably hot. He also seemed to be hallucinating as he saw a herd of cows with wings flying past him. Was he already dead? ..Or in another completely different world? He took a sharp turn to the left and shook his head to clear his mind. Meanwhile, the caravan rolled on its rusty wheeles noisily behind him. The gas meter on the dashboard was pointing close to empty.

The vehicle was merely moving, when suddenly, a cowboy stood in front of him. He came to an abrupt halt and before he could speak, the stranger offered him directions to the nearest gas station. 'How did he know?', he thought. He waved the thought goodbye as he was thankful that there was even anyone in the middle of nowhere helping him out. The stranger guided him a little bit further to the right and finally reached the gas station.

It was almost empty apart from a queer looking old man smoking his pipe. After filling up on a good amount of gas, he turned to thank the kind stranger for helping him, but he had already gone. As he headed out the station, he felt relieved because he was familiar with this part of the country. Mark could already see the lush greenery just beyond the clearing...

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It was unbearably hot. He also seemed to be hallucinating as he saw a herd of cows with wings flying past him. Was he already dead? ..Or in another completely different world? He took a sharp turn to the left and shook his head to clear his mind. Meanwhile, the caravan rolled on its rusty wheeles noisily behind him. The gas meter on the dashboard was pointing close to empty.

The vehicle was merely moving, when suddenly, a cowboy stood in front of him. He came to an abrupt halt and before he could speak, the stranger offered him directions to the nearest gas station. 'How did he know?', he thought. He waved the thought goodbye as he was thankful that there was even anyone in the middle of nowhere helping him out. The stranger guided him a little bit further to the right and finally reached the gas station.

It was almost empty apart from a queer looking old man smoking his pipe. After filling up on a good amount of gas, he turned to thank the kind stranger for helping him, but he had already gone. As he headed out the station, he felt relieved because he was familiar with this part of the country. Mark could already see the lush greenery just beyond the clearing...

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