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The mechanical crane plunged its massive wrecking ball into the concrete foundation of the abandoned warehouse that was once the center of the shipping capital of the city, but lately had been made into nothing more than a safe haven for drug deals, gang rapes, and for the daring youth of the city. People were changed in that building. And although it was reduced to rubble in less than a week, the scarring memories would forever haunt.
The Apache warrior stood next to his paint horse. As he looked off into the distance, he wove the horses' mane into a delicate, but tight braid.