The Lone RAnger and Tonto had had to spend the night in an abandoned shack because their planned route was blocked by an unexpected chasm which they arrived at just as the sun was setting yesterday. After breakfast they saddled their horses, put on their chaps and mounted their horses to head off to the nearest chasm crossing. But when they got there the place was in chaos with so many wagons, horses and people trying to use the narrow wooden bridge. They groaned as they joined the queue.
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