The snow came early that year, burying the Gallatin Valley in a silence that felt less like peace and more like a held breath. In a cramped, clapboard office above a saloon, Arthur “Artie” Pendergast wasn't listening to the wind. He was listening to the tick-tick-buzz of a Western Electric telegraph key, but the rhythm was wrong.
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The second man made Artie’s blood turn to slurry. He was lean, precise, dressed not in a dusty duster but in a fitted blue tunic with gold epaulettes—a uniform that hadn't been official since the Great War. His face was a smooth, unreadable mask, but his hands were gloved in kidskin. No calluses. No mercy. The snow came early that year, burying the
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