It's June 6th, 1897. It's a blistering hot Arizonian day, Felix, or as he used to be known, Lefty Felix for being left handed, decided to take a smoke break. He thinks to himself for a bit, before giving a glare to his journal, which had seen better days. He picks it up and starts writing in it. "Sixth of June, eighteen ninety-seven..." He writes what his day has been like, just feeding cattle and quietly complaining about the intense heat, before the scene cuts to you
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