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Daniel in Distress By Feral Sephrian The country road was rougher than Daniel had imagined. Recent rains had washed away some of the soil cover, exposing many of the larger rocks. He was grateful that this day was only overcast with little to no chance of rain. The bed of his new used pick-up contained his few belongings and the back of the cab had several bags of groceries strapped to the seats. Daniel had bought the food from the nearest grocery store to the Seyda Ranch, named for Jake Seyda and his fathers before him who had owned the land. Daniel would be renting a small cabin on Jake’s property, if he ever reached it. Daniel made a right at the first fork in the road past the welcome sign. He sighed in relief, knowing his journey was almost over. It had been a long way from Chicago