She could feel the sun burning into her face and groaned. Crackerjack dame was spreadeagled on her back and felt beat.
Her eyes seemed welded shut.
" Where am I? Why am i moving so much? What time is it? The hour of a high sun.."
The disorientation lasted for hours as she drifted through bouts of losing consciousness and regaining it. As her eyes
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