In this episode of the dusty tone, Brian Sovey dresses up as he who must not be named and casts the unforgivable curse on all of you.

Whoa. It wasn't planned ahead.

This episode is sponsored by Mount Athos, results, purity, and sustainability in every bottle.

Yeah. purity and sustainability in every bottle. The story goes that a caravan of settlers were heading west across the plains of eastern Montana.

Multiple families, all pressed like sardines into coaches and wagons,

slowly rolled along the badlands of America's frontier,

hoping to find rich and untouched fields wherein they might pasture their flocks as founding members of a new society.

The fathers and older sons rode on horses to drive the cattle and the remuda. The women and

children and elderly all walked or played or laid inside the covered coaches day after day

for countless days. Every night, in the waning heat of the setting sun, everyone would pitch in to make camp.

The wagons were circled, and what scant kindling could be found in the nothingness would be found and built into a fire.

Upon the fire, a dinner was made, itself scarce like the kindling, and the families would talk beneath the stars before falling

either into sleep or shifts of keeping watch. They were entering hostile country more and more with

every step. They knew that no encounter would be lucky, so they prepared for multiple and hoped they

would be able to fend off the thin bands of marauders with ease.

After two weeks, the first mountain was spotted.

It was a tumor on the flat face of the white world,

but it meant that more mountains, and therefore more fertile valleys, were on the horizon.

The sighting injected a fresh energy into the caravan,

that steadily grew as the majesty of the small

range came more and more into clarity. But though the face got bigger each day, they never did

seem to get to it. And thus morale that was fast in its approach fizzled out just as suddenly.

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