The girl leaned her forehead against the window in the backseat and watched the fields of green rolling by while she searched for wildlife. She’d heard bison were in Wyoming, sometimes blocking the roads as they crossed. They said Pronghorns bounced across the fields on spring-like legs. She didn’t think she’d see a bear from the road, but oh, how she wanted to.
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