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unfortunately I have been having the same struggle wrt westerns (the few books I've found that touch well on the actual variance of culture and such have not clicked at all in strength of plot :/ ) but if you're really searching for the Vibe (and yes this is a real stretch) I do recommend what can be had of the lobbyists' in-progress musical 'golden mountain'. there are six songs from it out currently and I do think they get at what you're asking for, or at least they do for me.
The famous 1869 photograph of the Golden Spike ceremony — Andrew J. Russell’s “East and West Shaking Hands at Laying of Last Rail,” at Promontory Summit in Utah — focused sharply on white people as the builders of the railroad. You can’t discern any Chinese workers in the glassplate exposure. But some 20,000 Chinese immigrants were key to the building of the rails, which essentially laid the foundation for a modern United States of America.
Ooh this does look promising! It gets into what I was talking about with stories from the Wild West that are actually based in its diverse reality and are super interesting. I'll go take a look at it, thanks!
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are there any recs for books with queer cowboys?
YES YES YES I am SO hype about queer westerns! some of these feature soldiers, rangers, and outlaws versus strictly cowboys, and some are male x nonbinary pairings, with a few bonus lesbian recs
Classic Westerns
(M/NB) River of Teeth by Sarah Gailey (alt-history)
(M/NB) Days Without End by Sebastian Barry (former soldiers)
(M/M) Child in the Valley by Gordy Sauer (outlaws)
The Power of the Dog by Thomas Savage (closeted gay male, LOTS of period typical homophobia)
All God's Children by Aaron Gwyn
(F/F) Wildflower Words by Sam Ledel (mail order bride mix up)
(F/F) The Boss's Daughter by J. T. Marie (butch lesbian posing as a male cowboy for social acceptance)
(F/F) The Oregon Series by Jae (same as above, but the butch can be read as a transgender man)
Contemporary Romance
(F/F) Prize Money by Celeste Castro (rodeo bullfighters)
(M/M) Forget Me Not by Felice Stevens
(M/M) His Fresh Start Cowboy by A. M. Arthur
(M/M) His Reluctant Cowboy by A. D. Ellis
Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Paranormal
(M/M) Wake of Vultures by Lila Bowen (rangers)
(M/M) A Book of Tongues by Gemma Files (outlaws)
Breaker by Amy Campbell (outlaws)
(M/M) The Nightland Express by J. M. Lee (postal couriers)
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Mod's "Most Wanted" - Destiel Western Recs
Howdy! Here are a few fic recs to get you in that Wild West spirit! 🤠
The Shawnee Trail | emmbrancsxx0 (@valleydean)
In 1887, Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak lead a peaceful life in Lawrence, Kansas. Dean and Sam are stagecoach messengers for Wells, Fargo and Castiel is the town doctor. When Castiel's patient, Kelly Kline, knocks on their door one night about to give birth, she asks for the Winchesters and Castiel's help in protecting her son against one of the west's most notorious outlaws. To fulfill that promise, the men set out on a journey full of shootouts, trouble with the law, gambling, and an important discovery: Dean and Castiel really need to define the nature of their relationship.
Hunter's Caress | Ltleflrt (@ltleflrt)
Castiel Jameson won't rest until the outlaw who murdered his brother faces justice, and Dean Winchester is the only man alive who can help him track the villain down. Some say Winchester is a cold-blooded killer himself; others say he'd been wronged his whole life. All Castiel knows is that the desire glinting in Dean's green eyes is even more dangerous than he is. Castiel fights to keep his mind on business, but during the long nights on the trail with the dangerously handsome hunter he finds himself dreaming of yielding to Dean's illicit kisses and losing himself in lawless passion.
Dean Winchester is about to hang when Castiel saves his neck with his crazy plan. But dying might be better than spending day and night playing nursemaid to such an infuriating city slicker. He appreciates the stubborn detective's desire for justice, but he'd appreciate Cas a lot more if he'd stop being a lawman long enough to just be a man. He certainly has all the right equipment. Dean aches to run his fingers through Castiel's dark hair, yearns to know how Castiel's golden skin will feel against him. And before the coming of the next dawn, Dean vows to teach him the pleasures and sweet rewards of a Hunter's Caress.
Wheat Fields and Jars of Light | krisham, violue (@violue)
It's the mid-1880s. Grieving the loss of his twin brother, Castiel Novak is on a journey across Kansas to search for those responsible for his death. By horse, by carriage, by foot, he won't stop until he's hunted them down and gotten his revenge. What he finds, though, is that nothing in the world is quite what he thought it was.
Vagabonds | chevrolangels (@chevrolangels)
Dean is a sheriff in a tiny town in Colorado, restless and unsatisfied with his life. It's not like what he's read about in the dime novels since he was little, capturing dangerous outlaws and being the last word of the law. More like tossing the town drunk in a cell to sober up when they get a little too rowdy.
But Dean's chance comes when a thief rolls through their town. He pursues the thief, which puts him right into the path of Emmanuel, a notorious outlaw. When he is captured by the outlaw and his gang to be held for ransom, Dean starts off on a journey he could have never envisioned, and learns that perhaps there's more to Emmanuel than meets the eye.
West (series) | Xela
Dean/Castiel set against the backdrop of the Wild West. In which Dean and Sam are Outlaw Hunters, and Castiel is a religious man.
4:08 to Tombstone | zuzeca (@lyresnake)
When minor outlaw Dean Winchester's beloved brother ended up on the wrong side of a robber baron with yellow eyes and a sadistic streak, Dean never expected to wind up in the Arizona Territory’s most notorious prison: The Pit. Nor did he expect, after years on the rack, to be sprung by former Federal Marshal and man of the cloth, Reverend Castiel Milton. Now, on the run from corrupt lawman Warden Alastair, the two men must learn to trust each other, or hang.
When Castiel, lesser seraph of the Lord, descended into Hell to help rescue the Righteous Man, he never expected to be unwillingly cast in Dean Winchester’s repressed bisexual cowboy fantasy.
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Steddie Wild West AU
What is this? I don't really know. A WIP of sorts. An idea that came to mind in the middle of the night.
Eddie's a Robin Hood type and meets Steve when he tries to rob his families Inn (the bar at the Inn.)
I have tons of ideas for this but essentially first Steve helps Eddie hide from the law, gets to know him, develops feelings and eventually might help Eddie steal from the Harrington businesses to help fund an orphanage where all the kids from The Party currently reside.
Give me some Wild West Steddie Headcannons or ideas in general, I need more inspiration.
I'm writing this at 2am, so bare with me, but I want ya'lls input
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1886
Steven James Harrington -son of business mogul Richard James Harrington- can be found tending the bar or working the counter at any number of the family business. The Inn, the Bar, the General Store and on the very rare occasion the Bank.
You see, to be a Harrington means to be a man of business, a man of high society and tittle. A man with his head held high and his shoulders squared, ready to take on the world.
That's all Richard wishes for his son.
And though Steven's many of those things, he's also so much more.
Many of his outstanding traits come from his late mother; Jillian Elsie Thomas. A woman of a warm heart and caring smile, of a voice so similar to that of the sound of a bird's melody.
His memories of her are distant, nearing on fifteen years past. Jillian had succumbed to the Black Lung when Steven hadn't yet met his tenth birthday. Their days together were shortened by a plague that took her West in search of a cure, where she fell victim to the disease along the trail. Or so the letters from her travelling companion claimed.
He and his father held a small graveside service. A bodiless casket laid buried within the dirt, concealing articles of her life left behind. Her favourite garments, photos and flowers. Wild Bluebells slept atop the rest, perfectly laid to wilt over the cover of a well worn novel. (Insert novel name.)
Memories of his mother keep Steve alive and moving in the days where his father's presence weighs heavy on his soul. There's an icy feeling that accompanies his father into any room, the lack of love and compassion so visible in the dark hollows of the man's eyes.
Those are the times where he imagines a gentle smile and caring arms holding him close. Times where Bluebells sat present in every room of the expansive Harrington estate. Times where love was present in his life. Present in the form of hazel eyes, a voice akin to nature's melody and a mother whose heart was big enough to hold the world.
It's her of all things that comes to mind when he's held at gunpoint behind the bar of the Inn. It's her and the Bluebells sitting not more than a foot away on the bartop that tells him this man means no harm, that he's just lost. Just lost or scared or doing what in his mind's eye is right for his life.
It's the depth of onyx in the man's eyes, nearly shielded by a curly, sweat covered fringe stuck to his forehead and the black, sun kissed bandana that hides the remainder of his face. It's the reflection of Bluebells in piercing eyes that makes him put his hands up in surrender, calmly claiming, "Take all you need, there's more in the back if it's not enough."
It's the glimmer of confusion in the man's eyes, the furrow of his brow like he's taken by surprise, stunned to silence and stillness, that tells Steve he's not far off in his previous assessment.
The few patrons of the bar pay them no mind, too drunk off their asses to even realise the gunman in the room.
Within the tense silence, the floorboards creak beneath the shift of Steve's weight as he quietly backs up and speaks, hands still raised in surrender, "Take what you need," he repeats with a gentle nod to the register.
A gun merely inches from his face, Steve watches the dark eyed man cautiously move towards the till, taking a step forward as Steve takes a step back. It's a slow dance of short steps and deep breaths until the man is faced with his bounty. He eyes Steve cautiously once again, gun still held high and ready, before looking back to the till and throwing in every last bill and silver dollar.
There's a ruckus outside, indescribable shouting and the whiny of a horse and then several more. The volume grows and soon enough there's the thud of boots and spurs clambering against the decking of the outside walk.
The movements of the gunman hasten and in an instant he has an arm around Steve's waist, hand holding the sack of cash as the other holds a gun taut beneath Steve's chin. The metal of the barrel's cold and biting, a harsh reminder of his reality but through the fog of rising fear Steve can feel the tremor of the arm around his middle and the stuttered breath that's beating against his ear.
The gunman remains silent, almost as if he's frozen in fear himself, nearly indiscernible skips of his breath accompanying the pounding of boots outside. His grip on Steve's waist tightens and the barrel of the gun painfully jams further under his chin as a voice bellows from outside, "Munson we know you're in there!"
Although he's beginning to shake with fear himself, jerking his head back and away from the metal of the gun, Steve still sees the Bluebells on the bartop in front of him and remembers the kindness that was instilled into him in his early years.
The soft voice of a woman who only ever saw the best in the world. The actions he remembers so plainly witnessing from his perch on his mother's hip. A scenario not far off from his current, a gunman had stormed the General Store, tattered clothes and gun in hand but nothing more than fear and helplessness in his eyes. It took his mother no more than a second breath to allow the man to take what he needed, offering him a bowl of stew and bed by the fire for the night before he left.
It's a wild scenario even when he thinks of it now, but sometimes all someone needs in their life is to know that someone cares enough to sacrifice their own needs for that of a stranger.
And maybe it's crazy, but with a gun to his chin and heady scent of tobacco and sweat filling his senses Steve calmly says, "Let me help you. "
"Why should I trust you?"
The man growls into his ear and other than the first muttered words they shared, it's the most Steve's heard the man speak. His voice is deep, raspy, something that lights a fire in Steve's core as it vibrates through his bones.
There's another shout from outside, its timber sounding awfully close to the building's front doors, "Munson!"
Steve shuffles his weight back into the man, chancing to cock his head to meet his eyes, "Because I'm your only chance of getting out of here. I'm sure Hop has the place surrounded."
He watches as the man searches his eyes, pressure of the metal to his chin and the arm around his waist eases slightly. For a crazy moment he mourns the loss of grip around his middle, then the man speaks, stern, commanding, "Get me outta here then."
Steve nods to the door at the end of the hall, "Get us in there. The last door."
With great reluctance does the gunman back them down the hall, grip still around Steve's waist and gun still to his chin, though the pressure is much less threatening than it is just for show.
The man nearly kicks the door in, shouldering his way past the wooden frame and into the room. "Now what?" He growls, voice less gruff and strained as it beats against Steve's ear.
"We wait," Steve states plainly and if he could see the man's face, he's sure he'd see him slack jawed in awe and confusion.
He shoves Steve towards the bed, sending him clambering to its mattress in a breathless heap. He himself settles in the chair on the opposite end of the room.
A weird silence takes over the atmosphere and Steve's about to speak when there's another shout that no doubt comes from within the walls of the Inn.
It's the sheriff, without a doubt and if Steve wants to keep this man -criminal- lost soul- brown eyed man with wild curls- safe and hidden, he's going to have to go out there and face Hopper. He sits up from the bed slowly, hands again raised in surrender, "I gotta go out there, otherwise they're gonna start searching rooms and find you. Hide and I'll let you know when the coast is clear."
What he can see of the man's expression looks sceptical, but he seems to understand he has no other choice. He nods, which Steve meekly returns and reaches for the doorknob, whispering one last reminding, "Hide."
When he reaches the bar Steve's met with Sheriff Hopper, a wild look in his eyes as gives Steve a once over, "That Munson kid come through here? Deputy Carver thought he saw him come in with a gun."
For a moment Steve's struck with having to formulate a lie, but with a flash of desperate brown eyes rushing through his mind, he seemingly blurts out something believable. In a jumble of rushed, panicked words he describes how the man held him at gunpoint but fled the scene before any authority could arrive.
It's apparently enough , that and the promise if he ever sees the man that he'll turn him in. Though Steve knows that's a lie.
He waits until he hears the trot of hoofs dissipating down the dirt street to move, takes a once over of the five drunks scattered about and moves to grab a bottle of whiskey from the bar before he retreats to the room where apparently a hardened criminal lays hidden.
The door creaks open and the hardwood planks groan beneath Steve's feet as he cautiously enters what appears to be an empty room. He sits on the bed and quietly calls, "Munson? They're gone."
It takes a few seconds but eventually the closest door cracks open and brown eyes peek out from within its depths. They're cautious, possibly even scared when they meet Steve's from across the room.
Munson creeps out of the closet, inching his way back onto the chair in the corner before he relaxes, loose limbed, head falling back with a huff. He pulls his banana down and speaks to the ceiling, "Why are you doing this?"
Steve can't help but contemplate his response, 'the Bluebells on the bar top reminded me of my mother and the way she handled everything with kindness. Guess you looked like you could use some of that kindness.' Yeah no, that sounds a bit too mushy, almost too revealing to offer a stranger.
He lands on, "I dunno. You seemed like the type to not do this sort of thing unless it's deeply necessary."
Munson hums contemplative and nods.
Steve's quiet for a moment, admiring the man before him, hands resting lazily threaded over his stomach, head still thrown back and legs wide and lazy. He can't help but admire the long line of Munson's neck, something about it's intriguing.
Not to mention the hint of scars he's now noticing along the man's neck and jawline, peeking out from his rumpled shirt collar. Silver and weathered along pale tissue. Steve can't help but wonder their origin and the reason for their beauty.
Munson hums again, eyes still glued to the ceiling above, "Can ya quit staring, I know they're ugly."
"Not ugly," Steve plainly states, a sudden warmth in his cheeks, pulling the cork from the whiskey bottle with a 'pop'
With that noise Munson's head rises and Steve offers with an outstretched hand, "Whiskey?"
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There's the first little blurb. Give me all of the opinions please lol I need ideas.
#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#steddie fandom#steddie fanfiction#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#stevexeddie#steddie#wild west au#steddie au#stranger things au#cowboy steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie fic rec#steddie fic#steddie wild west
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Hey, remember that wild West post-canon au you really wanted to read where Jack leaves abruptly for Santa Fe and then doesn't write home so all the newsies think he is dead until crutchie (who is MAD at him) and racetrack use dangerous gambling winnings to go and find him? And on the way they have adventures and figure out their gay feelings? Well, @just-pot-over-here actually wrote the first chapter and the story is REALLY GOOD and I personally need for it to continue, so please please go read and comment so they dont get downhearted.
To be clear, I am not the author! I just think we need more well-researched fics about 1900s road trips and also more crutchie pairings that aren't Crutchie/jack. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
#hope my description did it justice#seriously its good#and it is their first fanfic!?#give them some love#story recs#newsies#jack kelly#crutchie morris#racetrack higgins#livesies#uksies#wild west#crutchtrack
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This is probably just me not knowing how to utilise google correctly but WHY is it so hard to find Western novels about gay men that aren't romance novels
#vent post#not actually a vent lmao but thats the tag#like look#what i WANT to read is basically just;#gunsmoke. except the marshal is gay. nothing else is different#the rest of the story is normal#the focus is not the romance#and WHY is this SO HARD to find!!!!#like COME ON#yes this is user error i dont understand how to google things since they changed the algorithm to be all ads and whatever#but trying to add queer or mlm or whatever to the keyword searchs just brings up romance#and i will not object at all to romances that are a part of the plot#i just#i dont want to read straight romance#i would like to read about cowboys and gunmen and whatever Wild West things bc that is why i am here#and itd be nice if the romance was gay instead of het#ugh#anyway im gonna have to bother the librarians next time i go to the library bc if i have to write this myself i am going to#throw my laptop into the pond#if anyone has any queer and/or mlm western novels to rec lmk pls i need to read things or i will perish
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Early fandom Friday recommendation: @shyranno’s Tech as gentleman cowboy. I think the Tech fans I know are going bonkers over this piece of art. I’m partial to the version of him with the bowler hat and mustache. It’s consistent with the “I need to hide from the Empire” logic.
https://at.tumblr.com/shyranno/part-time-bartender-part-time-doctor-all-time/aqv1fiht2hud
There’s a story and author I’m going to recommend in another post.
I hope your 5k went well. I remember you referring to it in response to another person.
YESSSS! I have absolutely loved all of Shy's Western Bad Batch pieces, but I was waiting to see how Tech would come out, and boy howdy (no pun intended, that's just my Midwest showing... ok mild pun intended), this piece did NOT disappoint. I'm absolutely with you on being partial to the version with the hat and the 'stache. It suits him, as does the rest of this design. It's GREAT! Thanks for the rec!
(Also the 5K went well! Almost hit my goal for time, which wasn't bad after having to take time off training for family stuff. Thanks for asking hehe!)
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
#FANDOM FRIDAY#creator appreciation#art rec#fan art#star wars#the bad batch#western au#wild west au#tbb#tech#tech tbb
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
Had to think about this one, since I usually write it then dump it from my brain lol. Chose one from each fandom, in no particular order.
"What Kind of Fool Am I?" The Wild Wild West. James West/Artemus Gordon
The Force That Binds Star Wars. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Padme Amidala
Comets Passing The Mandalorian, Star Wars. Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker
Before the Dawn Forever Knight. Nick Knight/Janette DuCharme
And it Feels Like Rain Highlander the Series. Joe Dawson/Methos
#self fic rec#my writing#fanfiction#obidala#dinluke#james west/artemus gordon#obi wan x padme#din djarin x luke skywalker#Star Wars#The Wild Wild West#The Mandalorian#Forever Knight#Highlander#Highlander the Series#a03#ask
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I need help from the nerds, i wanna know more about the wild west, gimme recs (Books, docs, movies, songs whatever) i love them cowboys specially the gay ones
#wild west gay#wild west#book recs wanted#book recommendations#song reccomendations#reccomendations please#cowboys#gay cowboys
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Does anyone have any good songs that represent themes of finding your family of friends and/or finding your calling in life? I prefer folk music, but I'll take any laid back kind of song. Basically the found family trope contained in a song.
I'm trying to find a good anthem for Alfred, so far I'm using "The Graduate" by the Arcadian Wild, because it captures some of the feelings of loneliness and wandering he felt for a while upon moving across the world, but I'm looking for something that focuses a bit more on actually having found your calling and your purpose, but with similar vibes to their stuff. Themes of nature, the wild, being free, and finding your way home are definite bonuses.
Basically his story is he moved to the US a couple of years ago and has felt out of place ever since, not ever really sticking around in one place for too long and trying a lot of different jobs before finally moving to Saint's Crossing and joining the Rangers Corps. It was like a light switched on in his life and now he's surrounded by this family of friends that he cares so much about and has a job that truly fulfills him, and he finally feels at home again and like he fits in somewhere.
I don't listen to a lot of music so I'm fairly limited in the scope of my search, so I'm grateful for any recommendations!
#music recommendation#music recs please#wildrp#red dead redemption 2#cowboy#folk music#country music#music#music reccs#found family#wild west
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#book quote of the day#sarah gailey#american hippo#nonbinary#nonbinary love interest#the mc has a hippo named ruby what's not to love?#Valentine's day reading recs#historical setting#1890s#sci fi books#diverse reads#poc representation#body diversity#fat/plus sized character#novellas and short stories#River of Teeth#wild west#book recommendations#book quotes#spilled ink
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big time rush - honey
hey i told you i was waiting for a video 😏 a good amount of these clips are from the show i went to in gilford! including the thumbnail and curtain drop--you can tell from the clothes they’re wearing especially logan wearing camo pants, a vest and a dad cap--or as diana called it, “northern new hampshire chic”.
#please make jokes about new hampshire i know nobody outside of new england thinks about new hampshire but theres so much to clown on#it really is the wild wild west out here the florida of new england#bank of new hampshire pavilion is a great venue tho#i wouldnt have filmed the curtain drop myself on my phone if i knew itd be immortalized here i suppose#happy thursday to you all in the future#q'd 7/18#shut up kaily#song rec#big time rush#honey
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Hunter's Caress - Ltleflrt - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
Castiel Jameson won't rest until the outlaw who murdered his brother faces justice, and Dean Winchester is the only man alive who can help him track the villain down. Some say Winchester is a cold-blooded killer himself; others say he'd been wronged his whole life. All Castiel knows is that the desire glinting in Dean's green eyes is even more dangerous than he is. Castiel fights to keep his mind on business, but during the long nights on the trail with the dangerously handsome hunter he finds himself dreaming of yielding to Dean's illicit kisses and losing himself in lawless passion.
Dean Winchester is about to hang when Castiel saves his neck with his crazy plan. But dying might be better than spending day and night playing nursemaid to such an infuriating city slicker. He appreciates the stubborn detective's desire for justice, but he'd appreciate Cas a lot more if he'd stop being a lawman long enough to just be a man. He certainly has all the right equipment. Dean aches to run his fingers through Castiel's dark hair, yearns to know how Castiel's golden skin will feel against him. And before the coming of the next dawn, Dean vows to teach him the pleasures and sweet rewards of a Hunter's Caress.
#fic rec#destiel#cowboys#wild west#enemies to lovers#violence#hurt and comfort#miscommunication#mutual pining#idiots in love
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I LOVE THIS FIC. I ADORE THIS FIC.
READ IT. PLS.
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downtown baby.
#aesthetic#nature#country landscape#nature photopragpy#landscape photography#mountain mama#plantlife#cute aesthetic#beautiful photos#wild and wonderful#personal#downtown#life#west virginia#country#bloo#khh#khiphop#song of the day#song recs#Spotify
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Recommendations on the books that inspired A Man Called Bone.
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