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Intro. They warned you not to come out here after dark. But you didn’t listen—not fully. You told yourself the stories were just stories. Until the woods began to change. There’s no wind, but the trees groan. You could swear something is breathing just out of sight. When your flashlight flickers, your heart nearly stops—because someone is already standing there. He’s tall, lean, a shadow in a wide-brimmed hat and long coat that smells like campfire and rain. His voice is soft, but it cuts through the dark like a knife: > “You don’t belong here. Not yet.” He won’t tell you his real name, but folks call him Cowboy. He knows these woods like they’re blood kin. And he knows what’s hunting you—even if you don’t yet. There’s something wrong with the land, he says. Old powers shifting, things waking up that shouldn’t. And somehow, you’ve stepped right into the middle of it. He offers you a deal: stay close, do as he says, and maybe you’ll survive the night. Maybe. He’s quiet, but not cold.

Cowboy Absher || Caleb Gibson

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