*This is my continuation of the Wolf and Piute Indian...
*I want to Thank everyone who sent wonderful responses to my last few chapters. It's nice to know I have a few followers out there enjoying this series. If any of you haven't responded but are keeping up with the Father of Five...I would love to hear from you. It feels most encouraging to write these stories and get them posted quickly when someone has let me know...I do not beta my stories I'm sorry if you find mistakes along the way. I am dyslexic but love to create and write...sooo sometimes I become impatient with the tech stuff and just want to get my story out~
*Disclosers of this story remain the same...so please read them to know if this story is right for you!
Sooo...As we were...
Chapter 11~
More than a few days had past since the meaningful talk Adam had with his 10 year old son Jack. The talk that led to great promises of good behavior from the contrite little menace. In fact, Adam's mind was set at ease now that the twins had given up the notion to find the 'hunted' White Wolf, or to spy on the Piute Indian that protected it's Spirit Animal.
Unfortunately, the problem was still at large. Man being most the problem. Fear spread throughout the plains as rumors that the Wolves were destroying Cattle and other live stock. The White Wolf became a household tale in the Nevada territory. Men too ignorant to see the true damage itself created by greed of game. Man laid blame all too quickly on the wolf. Leaving the neighboring Piute no choice but to protect its 'power' animal and, once again, Mother Nature from Man.
A few seasoned Ranchers, like the Cartwright's, had enough wisdom and history behind them to know the dangers of crossing the Piute borders or to disregard important customs of the Tribe. A cowboy's ignorance to ignore this could be fatal~ for sure. No good could come from it, only sorrow from loss of one's own. Something the Piute faced more often than not. Courage nor death wasn't beneath them only determination to hold on to their way of life!
Adam made sure that no one working on the ranch spoke of the 'Situation regarding the Hunt' aloud when the children were present, especially the twins. It was far too tempting for the young boys curiosity and much too dangerous to adventure. Good thing school was not in session for tales to be heard.
Summer was well on her way. Mrs. Drake decided to take another trip with the girls to see more family. She enjoyed their company as much as they did hers. Adam thought it was equally important for the girls to spend time with Elizabeth alone. His constant reservations of the girls not being with a mother troubled him. He felt very thankful to have Mrs. Drake fill this need; he only wished he felt stronger emotions for the wonderful school teacher/nanny to ask her hand in marriage.
Time would only tell if his feelings for her were solely for the children or equally himself.
One day the children would be gone, out on their own.
He looked forward to a growing family of grandchildren but also yearned of an everlasting True love. A love that he dreamed would never leave.
Adam watched carefully as his eldest son Jon broke a Wild brought in from the pasture. Roger, a long-time trusted Forman of the Ponderosa, didn't think the horse had been born wild but lost it's way somehow. John hoped to claim him for his property; So they brought him in to the Boss for inspection.
"Mr. Cartwright, do you think he's a keeper?" Roger inquired.
"Hmmmm, Keeper...I'm not sure. He's giving John a good work out but I believe he hasn't been in the wild too long. He has the mannerism of a Native's own. Not too comfortable on keepin him if that's the case. I'll need to ask around. See if someone's missin a horse." Adam walked into the ring and grabbed hold of the reins...
"Looking good John. Not bad for a first timer."
"Can I keep him for my own Dad. He broke real easy for me dontcha think?"
Adam assisted John by the arm to help him dismount.
"I'm afraid not son, he's been trained once before. Not by a cowboy though, more like a Native is my sense. Best thing for us to do right now is ask around a bit, then we may have to turn him loose." Adam stated as he freed the animal from the rope in the corral.
John propped himself up on the gate and watched his prize trot about...
"But Pa, we found him on our own. He was out in the wild, runnin free with the others. I roped him myself, well with a little help. You told him didn't Roger?"
Roger nodded calmly as he watched the excitement draining from the young lad's face. He began to doubt himself for bringing the animal back to the ranch after all.
Ben walked over to his grandson and leaned into the fence post.
"Fraid your fathers right John. I've been watchin from the barn. I know your disappointed, rightly so, but if that one belongs to a neighboring Indian, he's not ours to keep. And We don't want it to look like we took him. Especially with the conflict we've all been under."
John surrendered a look to his father while Adam gave a nod of approval in return.
"The Paiute's still mad at the trackers for settin traps on the wolves? I thought that was over." John questioned while glanced around at the men.
Adam just shook his head and quietly answered, "Still a problem... son, let's keep that information on the low. Do you understand what I mean by that?"
"You mean don't tell the twins, Right?"
"Just keep it to yourself John. its information best left unsaid."
Adam Clapped his leather gloves together and gave out a whistle..."Enough talk, lets prepare to ride out to the west pasture everybody in 5. Ya hear?"
Whoops and hollers were given in answer. John loved this part when his dad called out a command and the cowboys responded with excitement. Man he loved his new life ~even if he didn't get to keep his horse.
Little did anyone know that two little boys were close by listening in on the whole story?
'Well if they weren't old enough to be out with the cattle, they found time to watch and learn.'
At least that's what that would tell their Pa if in they were to get caught hiding up in the loft. Neither Adam nor Ben were to keen on sneaking and ease dropping so they tried to be discrete.
"Hey Jack, we better get asking dad for permission to go to the lake before they all ride out."
"Oh' yea, almost forgot...Okay, I'll do it." Jack leaped up, grabbed hold of the rope and jumped out of the loft window.
'Great', Michael mumbled..."way to be discrete."
Adam caught a glimpse of his son flying out of the hay loft and ran as fast as he could hoping to break his fall.
Success!
Adam held tight to a wriggling Jack as he pulled himself to a stand.
"Be still young man." Adam groaned as he rubbed his lower back.'
Others quickly gathered round to see that the two were not injured.
Jack knew what was coming next.
"Pop" POP" "POP"! Adam held tight to one scrawny arm as he delivered 3 smart pops to Jacks rear. Mostly clearing the dust from his back side.
"What...What were you thinking! How many times do I need to tell you...You are NOT allowed to jump out that loft!"
Finalizing with several firm-handed blows. "Swat, swat , Swat, Swat"!
Woowhee!That last round hurt like the dickens and Jack had to rub the fire out of his pants.
He looked towards Adam as he shuffled about. Adam gave him a stern nod to go stand by Ben.
He knew his son was embarrassed to receive a spanking in front of others but some things just have to be dealt with on the spot.
Jack sneered at the men as he trudged over to his grandfather and buried his head into Ben's side..."Those stupid ranchers better wipe those grins off their faces ifin' they know what's good for 'em" Jack thought to himself.
Adam looked up towards the loft, "Michael, I'm sure you know how to use the ladder. Come on down here."
Now Michael wasn't about to get caught for ease droppin so he devised a plan...a Big Yawn!
"AAAHHHHHHH!" Hi dad, I'll be down in a minute. Just taken an afternoon snooze."
Adam just looked at his Pa and rolled his eyes. Michael strolled on out slowly continuing to fake sleepiness and tried to stay out of range of his father.
Adam crooked his finger towards Michael...and the young one obliged. Before any words were spoken...
"pop" POP" POP"! Ow, ow OW!
"and that's for...?" Adam asked Michael while rubbing out the stings.
Michael looked up at Adam with his big puppy dog brown eyes..."For ease droppin?" Michael questioned.
"Eh' Hmm...Exactly. Both of you inside. Stay in your rooms till we return for dinner. I can't have you two runnin about the place now. That I am certain. And don't think about sneakin about, Hopsing will be notified."
The twins gave a surrendering nod to Adam and tried their best to not look back at the other ranchers. It was bad enough to receive the swats but to receive the swats in front of the 'GUYS' now that was just awful. Whereas Michael's embarrassment caused him to run for the house, Jack's temper began to seethe. And when Jack's temper got the best of him all he could think about was defiance.
So much for good promises kept.
Morning came and breakfast served. All seemed to be forgiven and forgotten for the twins and the men were in good spirits.
Adam started to put on his gun belt and riding boots first thing.
"We leavin so soon Dad, John asked."
"Yes, son. Gotta get an early start this mornin'. Get your things and meet me in the barn." Adam stated.
Jack gave Michael a nudge with his elbow, practically pushing his twin off his bench.
"Go on , you ask him..." Jack whispered.
Michael approached his father as he was just about to walk out the door.
"Ah, hey Dad, Can Jack and me…,"
"Jack and I"…Adam corrected.
"Can Jack and I ride our horses after we clean up the dishes?"
"Yes, I think that would be fine, if you stay near the Ponderosa." Adam stated firmly and looked towards Jack. " If you cannot see the house then youve gone too far."
Jack popped out of his chair to put in his two cents worth...
"Aww Dad, we want to go out near the lake and over to the bluff like we do when were with you or Granddad. We know the way," Jack whined.
"Only when you are with Granddad or myself, are you permitted that far. Stay close to the house if you want to ride."Once again Adam firmly stated, this time a little louder.
Michael stood wishing his brother would shut up.
"It just doesnt seem fair that John gets to ride out whenever he wants. Were always treated like babies and have to stay close to the house," Jack complained while tossing his backside over the arm of the couch like a limp noodle.
"John is 14 years old, you are 10. When you are 14 and act responsibly as he does, you may be permitted to go further. Now Jack, if you would like to continue this conversation, we can take it upstairs or you will accept my offer to ride close to the house and not say one more word."
Jack remained quiet as Adam approached the couch. 'Man was this kid askin for a whollop too early in the mornin'
. Adam really wanted to avoid any conflict before today's ride. He also didn't want Michael to have a bad day with a grumpy brother.
Adam gave one last look...
"Yes sir, We accept!" Jack and Michael exchanged looks but did not say another word.
So the Cartwright's rode out along with the other hired hands leaving the twins and hopsing behind. Again. Jack still could feel his revenge rising. He was tired of being left behind. He wanted to know what was really happening with the Wolf and Piute...he hated that secrets were being kept from him. It was all so unfair, he thought. He brewed and stirred all morning long.
Ben and John rode out along the property to look for more traps after lunch while Adam went into town for supplies. He offered the twins to go but they chose to stay close to home. At least, that is what they told Adam.
Jack and Michael rode out just pushing their boundaries slightly~ trying to find any clues regarding the White Wolf.
After spotting Ben and John working close by they decided to turn around towards the ranch before getting caught.
The twins dismounted their horses and began to look in the underbrush along the pathway home. The two were taken by surprise when they spotted tracks. The foot prints were large and still moist. "It had to be the White Wolf", they thought. 'And so close to home. How could they get so lucky.'
The boys devised a plan that would need to take place at night while everyone was sleeping. Vowing to only go out together and never alone. Even Jack agreed that would be just too dumb and dangerous. The excitement grew as the plan got bigger and bigger.
Several nights went by with the wayward boys slipping in and out of their bedroom window. They never saw the wolf but believed to have heard him howling throughout the night. In a faint distance they also heard drumming.
To their imagination, the drumming appeared to be getting closer and closer to the ranch each night.
One night, Jack began to have dream after dream about the wolf and Piute Indian. He dreamt that he saw himself walking along a stream humming the beat of the drums. Then as he looked up towards the bluff, he clearly saw the white wolf and Piute standing side by side. Staring back at him.
"THUD"
"What are you doing on the floor", Michael asked Jack who lay on his backside on the bedroom floor.
"I fell off my bunk. I had that dream again. Michael, I've got to go, just this once. The wolf and Piute are near the bluff. I just know it."
"Jack you're crazy, you can't go out alone. We made a promise! And I'm not going with you; it's too far and too dark. There's barely a lit sky tonight."
"Come on Michael, it will be fine. We've been tracking a little further each night. And my dream, we can't just stop now. It's a sign for sure." Jack tried heavily to persuade his brother to no avail.
"NO!" Michael rolled back over and fell asleep.
Jack tried his best to fall back asleep but couldn't tame his restlessness. Promise or no promise...he had a sign from the Piute. He grabbed his boots and slipped out his bedroom window, alone. Saddling up his horse, Jack contemplated the consequences at hand. If he were to get caught, Adam would be furious.
But he felt 'pretty' confident that no one would hear him.
Carefully and quietly he led Buck out of the barn. Not until he was yards away did he slip onto his horse and ride out. Riding in the night was like nothing he had ever felt before. He held close to the body of his horse and encouraged him to run all seemed like a dream.
He began reminiscing about his parents. How much he missed them and wished they were still alive. How tragic their loss felt to him.
Feeling sad and frightened for so long, Jack forgot how free his spirit felt when he was happy. He would never loose sight of this again.
No matter the consequences of his actions, he would ride free like this forever.
The liberating feeling caused jack to lose sight of where he was going and why he started out there in the first place. His body trembled in fear as he looked around the unfamiliar territory. He was most likely on Ponderosa property but he wasnt sure. Turning around several times trying to retrace his way back home, Jack found himself on the edge of a creek embankment.
The water flowed rapidly with a hint of the moons reflection. Jacks heart began to slow its pace. He felt calm again, realizing this was the creek Adam took him to week's ago. Feeling more confident on his return, Jack relaxed.
He led Buck into the water for a drink.
"I say it's time we head back ol' boy, Jack spoke to his horse, pulling back on his reigns to turn around.
Suddenly Buck reared up on his hind legs tossing Jack to the pebbled waterway.
"Ouch! Jack cried out as his head hit the back of Bucks hoof.
The horse spooked and raised up on its hind legs again, causing its feet to come down on jacks hand.
"Stop, Ow! Jack cried out again at his horse.
Holding his hand to his chest he began to cry from pain.
"You stupid horse, now look at what you've done. Jack picked up a rock and threw it at Buck.
The startled horse took the hit and trotted off towards the ranch leaving Jack behind to fend for himself.
"Aw, Now what am I gonna do", he cried. Jack stood up to walk back towards the Ponderosa when he felt a severe pounding to his head. "I must have gotten hit really hard by that stupid horse", he thought. Putting one foot in front of the other, Jack tried walking forward and fell. His head began to spin and all he saw went black. Jack lay unconscious on the ground.
It was almost day break when Michael realized his twin brother was gone. In a panic, Michael slipped on his boots and headed out the window. Noticing Jacks horse gone, he mounted without a saddle.
'My God, where can you be Jack...the twin whispered to himself out loud.
For a second Michael thought best to go get his father for help but then again, he didn't want Jack to get in too much trouble so he changed that thought and would head out alone to find Jack.
"Where do you think your going" John appeared before Michael in the barn, standing in his nightgown.
"I lost something" and I gotta go find it."
"It's 5 O'clock in the morning. Are you crazy? Get off your horse and back to bed before Adam finds us both out here." John hollered and grabbed his brother by the shirt tail.
"You can't stop me". Michael kicked John causing him to fall on his butt.
"Just leave me alone, John!"Michael belted leading his horse around his brother.
A very angry John jumped to his bare feet and shouted, "You better get off that horse or else little brother. Now and I mean it."
"Oh' yea, what can you do about it. Just get outta my way. I'm goin!" Michael shouted back rising to the challenge as he kicked his horse forward.
John tried hard to hold onto the reins~~
Adam had been standing outside the barn door listening. After wakening to footsteps on the rooftop, he followed John out to the barn hearing the entire confrontation between the two brothers. At this point...He had heard enough…
Adam opened the barn door and placed his hands on his hips. His eyes appeared to be darker than usual putting fear in both the boys.
"If you don't get off that horse right now Michael, I'm gonna bare your bottom and give you the whippin of your life."
Michael and John froze to the booming sound of their father's voice. Adam stared directly into Michael's eyes.
The boy was not trying to deliberately disobey a direct order from his father but he stayed on his horse~~~being immobilized by fear.
But Adam didn't see it that way...
"So, is that how it's going to be then?" Adam moved forward and Michael quickly slid off the horse.
"No,nonono~ I didn't mean too. I'm getting off, See. I'm sorry." Michael stammered shaking his head as he backed away from Adam.
"Young man, you and I need to have a serious talk." Adam turned and looked at a frozen John who hadn't said a peep. " John, if you will please excuse us?"
John quickly walked back into the house, somewhat eager to get his clothes on. He was quiet embarrassed standing in his night gown and bare feet outside in front of Adam. John felt anguish for his little brother after seeing Adam's anger but relieved that Michael was stopped before getting the chance to two brothers of his were beginning to prove they lost any brains they might have once had.
Adam calmly leaned back on a barn post and crossed his arms. He began steady breathes and counted to 10 several times to regain control of his earlier panic.
"Well, where do you want to begin?" Adam said smoothly.
"I have to go, Dad. I have to look for something. Please let me go." Michael said in a whimper.
Adam had closed his eyes briefly and immediately realized the worry in his sons' voice.
"Michael, what has happened? Where's your brother? Is Jack what you have lost and need to go look for?"
Michael did not answer; he stared at the ground as his lip began to quiver.
Adam walked over to the boy and put his hands on his shoulders.
"Young man, this is not a time to be silent. My patience is warring thin. Where is your brother?" Adam's voice sounded so scary that Michael began to cry.
Adam propped the boy up on a hay bale so they were face to face. Adam took a deep breath in and calmly asked again, "Michael, did Jack go out looking for the White Wolf? I can see that you are scared for your twin brother. I can help if you tell me what has happened."
All the words spilled out of him as Michael told his father of their latest adventures to find the white wolf and how jack insisted on going out last night. Adam bit his lip to try and control his anger and mounting fear.
"He's been gone a real long time Dad". Michael fought back his tears. "We gotta go find him. He might be hurt".
Adam pushed passed Michael and ran into the house. He frantically put on his holster and loaded his gun. "Get your Granddad and hurry", he told John who had been waiting in the family room. "Jack's missing. I will saddle up the horses. Instruct Hopsing to stay here with Michael."
Michael had just walked into the house, "No Dad! I gotta go. He's my bother."
Adam turned harshly towards Michael, "Together you have caused enough trouble. Stay here and do not leave this house."
Adam shut the door abruptly behind him leaving John and Michael in silence. John could see how hurt his brother was and went over to console him. "Adam's just afraid for Jack. Dont worry about a thing little brother. We'll bring him back. You stay here just encase he comes home on his own."
"I don't think he will, not on his own, John. I can feel it, Jack's hurt." Michael answered in a whispering tone.
All three men saddled up. "Pa, you and John take the north road and look along the river. I'll head towards the bluff."
Adam pushed his horse at a full speed. He tried to control his fears for his young son knowing the dangers he could have encountered throughout the night.
Adam's gut sense told him that Jack had been hurt. Otherwise the boy would have returned home hours ago. The sun was above nearing above his head...Adam knew too much time was passing by...'Where are you Son, I know you are close...I can eel you , but not see you~'
And in those soft spoken words, Adam stopped his horse. He looked straight ahead hoping...yes, he could see something, someone...but who?
Out in the far distance of the prairie, the sun began to flicker and then Adam saw someone walking, a man walking. He pushed his horse to move faster realizing the closer he got to the man he was holding something , No someone...someone small enough to be his son. ~ Jack lay limp in the man's arms. It was not just any man; it was a Paiute Indian and friend, Yakima.
Yakima spoke as Adam's horse came to a sudden halt, "Adam Cartwright, I believe this is your son."
Adam leaped off and ran towards Jack. His knees buckled beneath him as he lowered his limp little boy to the ground.
"Yakima, where did you find him? What has happened?
Oh' my God, son, wake up. Can you hear me?
"Adam. Your son will be fine. I believe he has some slight blow to the head. His horse spooked in the night and boy was kicked. His hand is bruised too. Boy will need rest, but will heal quickly. The great medicine father looked over him. Gave him something for sleep."
"He's only sleeping, are you sure? How, I don't understand?"
"Yes, sleeping well...good medicine. We spoke to your son when he was awake. He will be fine Adam. You must not worry any longer, boy is right in front of father."
"Did Jack say what happen, did you see anything...?" Adam inquired anxiously.
"You're young son was riding in the dark night. I saw him while out on my own hunt for the trackers. I've been keeping watch for our friend the White Wolf. I saw the young one and kept watch of him as well. For another friend."
Adam smiled up at this dear man with glassy eyes, "Yakima, how did you know he was my son?" He asked softly.
"I keep watch all of the time, it's my time spent, my duty to the land. Even watch for the powerful Cartwright's. I noticed Adam, my cowboy friend is now father of five." The bold Paiute smiled.
Adam returned the smile and held tight to Jack. "Thank you, Yakima." Adam held back his warm tears. "I was so scared. Y` You saved my boys life. How could I ever repay you?"
"The Cartwright's are friends. Stood watch many times for the Paiute. As you have saved me a time or to, my friend." Yakima said with gratitude. "I must go back to my people now. Keep watch of that one, we call him 'Ghost rider' ". He laughed as he rode out.
"Father Adam, Yakima yelled out. Eldest boy Cartwright can keep lost horse. No need for it anymore, not a very fast, but fast enough for the boy."
"Yes, fast enough. Thank you Yakima, thank you."
Adam stood on his feet and laid Jack down on the ground. Walking several feet away he sounded three shots in the air letting his father know Jack had been found. He walked home carefully trying not to disturb his sleeping child, as his horse followed behind them.
Michael flung open the front door yelling for Hopsing to come quickly.
"It's Dad and he's carrying Jack. He's been hurt."
Michael ran as fast as his legs would take him.
"Dad is he okay? Jack are you okay?" Michael held on to his brothers' hand as Adam walked into the house.
He laid him on the sofa and called out for Hopsing to bring his medicine kit and a warm rag for his face.
"Get brother blankets, Michael." Hopsing instructed. "He's cold from morning rain."
Adam explained to Hopsing what the Indian told him as Hopsing evaluated his injuries.
"He sleeps now. Jack will heal. Be back to naughty boy very soon."
Adam didn't crack a smile at Hopsings joke, neither did Michael. Both stayed silent sitting on the sofa next to Jack.
Heavy hooves were heard coming onto the ranch. Ben and John hurried back as soon as they heard Adam's shots. Hopsing met them outside to tell them what happened. Quietly, they walked in and stood beside Adam.
"Son, I will send John to get Dr. Lewis. Hopsing said Buck gave Jack a nasty bruise but will heal. Ben knelt down next to Adam, Son, are you alright?"
"Michael saddle up and ride into town with your brother. I dont want him riding out alone. Adam said firmly."
"I don't want to leave Jack." Michael insisted.
"I'll go with John, Ben offered. We'll be back as soon as we can."
"Alright, thank you Pa."
After sitting in silence for quite some time, Adam lifted his head and made eye contact with Michael. He felt angry towards the boys for the deliberate disobedience and the risk Jack took on his life. The fear that boiled in side him was so strong. How could these boys have done something like this after he told them not too? His heart ached for his injured son and his anger wanted to vent on the other. He remained silent knowing his words would hurt and not teach. But Michael felt his emotions thru his every sigh and glaring eyes.
"Michael, where are you, Dad? Jack woke, raising his head up off the pillow. Ow, that hurts."
"Rest your head on the pillow Jack," Adam placed his hand in Jack's. "Do you know where you are?"
"Yes. I'm at home on the Ponderosa."
"Do you remember what happened to you?
Jack eased back down on his pillow with deep concentration and then his eyes widened. He glanced over at his twin to confirm his thoughts. He gave Adam a look that said he remembered everything.
Jack finally spoke. "I guess you're pretty mad, huh."
"I guess you could say that. We will deal with that discussion later. But right now I'm pretty glad you're okay. You know~you scared me to death."
Jack and Michael talked about the unfolding events as Adam went into the kitchen for some coffee. Dr. Lewis came out and evaluated Jack confirming what the other medicine men said.
"It's up to bed with you young man, Dr's orders. You will rest for three days before you even think about getting up." Adam lifted Jack off the sofa and carried him up to his room. Adam walked over to the window and began hammering nails into the side.
"That should take care of things for awhile up here." Adam stared at Jack for a moment. "Buck will be staying with Uncle Joe and Aunt Amy until I see you're responsible and trustworthy to have a horse of your own."
Jack nodded without disagreement.
"Dad, do I have to stay in this bed for three days? It just might kill me."
Adam laughed as he leaned into the doorframe. "Jack, as soon as you feel well enough to get out of that bed, we will be taking a walk to the barn. And I don't think staying in bed is what's going to kill you. Take all the time you need to rest up. Just let me know when you're feeling better."
Adam sighed a huge sigh as he walked out of his son's room.
Later that evening Michael climbed in his bunk and cries into his pillow. Jack knew immediately his brother had a 'necessary talk' with Adam.
"Why you?"
"He said I was an accomplice".
"A what?"
"Accomplice, it means I helped you and went against him." Michael cried.
"We're identical twins. What does he expect us to do?" Jack challenged.
"Well, I'm not going to go through this every time you decide to break the rules. My butt can't take it."
"Michael, you can't tell me that you're going to start tattling on me are you?"
"Just wait Jack until you feel better. After Adam's thru wearin out your backside, maybe you'll decide to just behave yourself. Go to sleep." A very grumpy and sore Michael went to bed as his twin lay restless dreaming of a new adventure.
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