To the Gates of Hell With Rusty Bowers

Rusty Bowers drove the wagon with us in it lickity-split right up to the gates of hell, then slammed on the brakes and reined in the horses so we were catapulted out of the wagon and through the gates of hell. “No, no! I won’t go all the way through the gates,” and sat there nobly in his wagon.

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