Bounty was a siren on an emptied, desert sea.
Bounty was a siren on an emptied, desert sea.
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After all these years, why should he?
Bounty wasn’t his home.
The Prospector never truly had a home, but Baja was the closest.
After all these years, why should he? Bounty wasn’t his home. The Prospector never truly had a home, but Baja was the closest.
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The Prospector tried to deny what he already knew—Bounty, Nevada was calling him back.
He didn’t want to go back.
The Prospector tried to deny what he already knew—Bounty, Nevada was calling him back.
He didn’t want to go back.
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They were dreams weaved with a sense of other dimensions, like something was calling to him trying to break through and communicate.
They were dreams weaved with a sense of other dimensions, like something was calling to him trying to break through and communicate.
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These weren’t the dreams of Baja, though.
These weren’t the dreams of Baja, though.
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It was a place of sweet, dozing dreams and warm, family-like strangers.
It was a place of sweet, dozing dreams and warm, family-like strangers.
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He liked living in Baja with its peaceful, rolling heat mixed with the occasional fresh, cool air of the ocean.
He liked living in Baja with its peaceful, rolling heat mixed with the occasional fresh, cool air of the ocean.
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He could see the beams of the early morning sun come through the truck camper window as his grogginess began to wear off.
He could see the beams of the early morning sun come through the truck camper window as his grogginess began to wear off.
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They were the kind of dreams he only had in Bounty, but he hadn’t been there in years.
They were the kind of dreams he only had in Bounty, but he hadn’t been there in years.
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Another intense dream, more reality than dream-state, like he was peering into someone else’s mind.
Another intense dream, more reality than dream-state, like he was peering into someone else’s mind.
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The Prospector - Part One: The Dreams
The Prospector awoke with a start—disoriented, the dream still pulling him under.
The Prospector awoke with a start—disoriented, the dream still pulling him under.
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