The horizons in all directions are free of man-made structures, framed by deeply rooted green forests slicing into the sky on a calm Wednesday afternoon. Yet out here, near the “big pond” where his mom sometimes catches dinner, it’s total serenity. The air is heavy and hot, and the gnats are worse than they were a year ago. Austin Reaves is in the middle of a pasture.
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