Old Benton Station, California

​A buddy invited me to this place. Long time pard. Benton, California. Spent across a beautiful sliver of the golden state nobody cares about. Land and space and the unforgiven. It's NEVADA for all intent and purpose. It's another woman's heart. But those who have crossed Benton have her beat scent. They know better than to take her for granted. She is a feathered path along Highway 120. Back side. Beautified of coyote pack, fox hearts and the wandering. Nothing less grand in love and willful hath walk to hell. She is a yesterday place. A horror hound with no roar. Zero distinction. Hot springs bathed us of our likes, our unpopular soul, our history. The Badger Women of Benton spurn telltales on a left plain. Uncle to White Mountain Ridge. It has perhaps my heart wrapped in forever blood. Old Benton Station...RW
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