#WomenoftheWest Clothing

I have to admit, I'm a T-shirt, jeans and boots girl most of the time. But on days like today, I love my sweats and sweatshirts and just sitting here. (I've also been known to run errands in sweats.) But trying to get my ranch going and dealing multiple times a day with livestock, jeans and boots are the way to go.

With that, most people dress for practicality. Weather it be for work or other activities. You tend to dress for whatever it is you have to do. I wonder how practical all the dresses were in the 1800s and 1900s with women doing a lot of hard work around the home.

I can shoot a gun, but admittedly, I've never done it in a dress or skirt. However, I imagine it's not that difficult.

Cleaning chicken coops, horse stalls, pig pens, and such....again possible - but not high up on my to do list. Who wants a skirt getting in the way?

And the "under clothes?" I'm going to go on a limb and say "No thank you."

And riding a horse in a dress? I have horses and I've not tried it (although this post may have just inspired me to see what it was like), but I can't imagine I'd care much for it. Sitting side-saddle, for me, is a big not happening.

Imagine all the extra material you would need just to be able to maneuver on and off a horse.

I'll agree that I've always kind of wanted to dress like Scarlet in Gone With the Wind. The pretty dresses and gloves. But I have a feeling it would get old rather quickly.

#WomenoftheWest Belle Starr

Belle Starr, of all the women of the west, has me the most curious. She grew up well (for the time) and had a good education, even an accomplished pianist. And then became a wanted outlaw.

After the death of her brother during the Civil War and the huge hit her father's business had taken due to the war - the family relocated to Texas to hope for a new start.

Once in Texas, Belle began her string of involvements with men of questionable character.

History is unclear as to if Cole Younger or Jim Reed actually fathered her first child - but both were outlaws. By 1869 Belle and Reed were married and she joined in his lifestyle completely Riding Venus, her mare, she used the title "Bandit Queen" for several years and assisted Reed in stealing cattle, money, and horses.

In 1874, Reed was killed by a member of his own gang and Belle was on her own. It didn't change her, though. She went to Indian Territory in Oklahoma and formed her own group of horse and cattle thieves. During this time she met her common-law husband, a Cherokee - Sam Starr.

In 1883, both Belle and Starr served five years for horse theft in a Detroit federal prison. Not changing their ways, in 1886, Belle violently lost Starr during a gunfight with an old enemy.

Not one to hold herself back, she found another husband in a Creek Indian - Jim July. In 1889 she accompanied him part of the way to Arkansas so he could face charges. She turned before they reached Fort Smith.

However, on her way home.....


February 3, 1889 saw Belle Starr being fatally shot by an unknown assailant with two gun shots to her back.

#WomenoftheWest Calamity Jane

How many haven't at least tried to watch Deadwood (remember the series?)? I tried, needless to say, I picked up season 1 after going through every season of Justified. Then finding out Timothy O. also was in Deadwood, I wanted to give it a try. Definitely slow moving and gritty. I didn't mind the gritty, but some episodes I had to keep myself from fast-forwarding through. Needless to say, one day I plan on trying out season 2  - I just don't know when I'll be brave enough.

In any case, Calamity Jane makes her "appearance" in Deadwood (and, if we're being honest, I didn't care much at all for her character).

She grew up to act and look like a man ..but was known for her quick draw as much as she was her kindness.

In 1870 she joined with Custer as a scout at Fort Russell, opting to wear the uniform of a soldier and birthing Calamity Jane. In 1876, after recovering from an illness, she set out on her orders to head to Fort Laramie where she met Wild Bill Hickok. Both being heavy drinkers, they instantly connected. Together they headed to Deadwood, South Dakota.

While there has always been speculation that the two were romantically involved, there is absolutely nothing to confirm this.

Upon living in Deadwood, she took one of the roughest 50 mile routs for the Pony Express in Black Hill Country.

Once Wild Bill had been killed at a poker table, Jane kept to her lifestyle of drinking and traveling around. By August of 1903 she was back in Deadwood and dying. Her dying wish was to be buried by Bill (which was granted).

#WomenoftheWest Annie Oakley

Annie Oakley became very good at a "man's sport" at a time when it wasn't very common. She also found her voice in trying to let other women know it was okay - encouraging others to try again.

She was born Phoebe Ann Moses August 13, 1860 in Ohio.

Annie's sharpshooter skills led her to be able to get her family out of poverty as well as gain her national publicity as part of Buffalo Bill's Wild West show. Many say her talent was part luck and part knowledge.

Which ever it was, it proved useful to her family as she initially used her gun skills to place food on the table after returning home to find her mom with another baby and a deceased husband.

Her initial chance was given to her as a fill in for an event her husband's partner had gotten ill shortly before.

In my opinion (and something not too well known), one of her greatest accomplishments may be that Sitting Bull wanted to meet her. He gave her a pair of moccasins he'd worn at Little Bighorn and even gave her a nickname of her very own - Watanya Cicilla.

Noting again her work with Buffalo Bill, she was the first woman hired to fill an all male position.

Modern Day Thought: My boys and girls can all shoot. Even before we decided to live rural and start a ranch. An example I've used is even in the "gun slinger days" Annie Oakley still used her marksmanship for good unlike a number of the other famous women of the Wild West.

#WildWest #Women - Part 2

In the second part of the women of the Wild West, I'm bringing you four more well known women. Now they didn't all gun sling...but they made their way without needing a man to help them.

Pearl de Vere was another brothel owner in the mining town of Cripple Creek. However, rather than catering to outlaws and the usual clients, she made her living catering to mainly miners. Some of her girls were up to $200 a night (a lot of money back in those years). She had carpet, chandeliers, and intercoms. The Old Homesead was a great name for her brothel, especially since she told her parents she was working as a dress designer. Good thing there wasn't cell phones and SnapChat in the 1890's.

Pearl was also known as "the soiled dove of Cripple Creek."

Carrie Nation was known for something a bit different than these other ladies. She spoke out against alcohol. She'd been known to even go into bars and bash things up a bit, as well as destroy bottles of alcohol at her speaking "events."

Needless to say, she didn't live long enough to see the ban on alcohol.

Her claim was that new notions came directly from God and those that drank "got what they deserved."

Often thought to be a bit "off" she'd make a few extra bucks at her events by selling photos of herself and other souvenirs.

Point noted: both her mother and daughter did time in insane asylums.
Eventually she became a Sunday school teacher while her husband was a pastor. She also helped the poor and became a jail evangelist.

Sacagawea was also a very different type of "woman from the west" and one not heard too much of. She was one of the main reasons Lewis and Clark were successful.

She was not only their interpreter, but also their guide (yes...they needed a guide). In their journals, she is often referred to as "Snake Woman" (not uncommon for a Native American woman to be called in that time period).

Sacagawea was Shoshone and saved the expedition many times with her navigation skills, medicinal herb skills, and terrain knowledge. She even gave birth to her son while on this expedition, put him on her back, and continued on.

Unfortunately, she died at 24 due to an unknown illness.

On yet another different "famous female" we almost have to mention Laura Ingalls Wilder. I think most all of us have heard of her and many have watched Little House on the Prairie and maybe even read the books. While known as being a writer, her frontier struggles were very real. Moving to a homestead and growing up there, she's given most of us our most realistic view of the old west.

What many of us may not know, her most honest book - Pioneer Girl - tells a very different tale of her life on the prairie. It details a drunk man setting himself on fire, love triangles, domestic abuse, and more - many things that were common in the west - most didn't go to jail for beating their wife or children, and if they did, they didn't stay long.

Wilder censored her Little House on the Prairie books for children and I think, growing up, we all appreciated that.

#WildWest #Women - Part 1

So you think the Wild West was only for the men? Where women did next to nothing other than clean, cook and raise kids? While it was true for many of them, there were a few that managed to stand out and stake their own claims to the West.

Many of these women -often referred to as "women of ill repute"- through tales told about them, are now having children named after them. I guess we're hoping for some modern day tough women.

However, being a "tough girl" in the west was not easy. Very few women were able to pull it off - those are the women that, one way or another, made a name for themselves.

Rose Dunn, aka: The Rose of Cimarron

In a family of outlaws, it was only a matter of time before "The Rose of Cimarron" was working in the business, too. Dunn met Doolin Gang member George Newcomb and joined him as he and his crew robbed stagecoaches and banks. During a particularly nasty gunfight, Dunn risked her life to supply Newcomb with a gun and bullets and helped him escape after he was wounded in battle.

After the killing of "Bittercreek" Newcomb, Rose Dunn was often accused of having set him up, revealing to her brothers where the outlaws were hiding. She denied this, and her brothers later defended her, stating that she had no knowledge of their intentions, nor did she reveal the hideout to them. She was never prosecuted for her involvement with the gang. Her short outlaw life launched her to the level of western legend. She eventually married a locally known politician (Charles Albert Noble), and lived the remainder of her life as a respectable citizen. She died at the age of 76 in Salkum, Washington, a respectable citizen married to a local politician.

I guess Rose proved that you need to be careful what you wish for. It's not always better where you think you want to be. Luckily, she was able to make a change.

Meet Lottie Deno. She was one of the rare female gamblers. Maybe not as bad as some of the other women of the west, she came by her skills honestly. Her father, a plantation owner, taught her. At various points in life she used a variety of names - Carlotta J. Tompkins, Charlotte Tpmpkins, Charlotte Thurmond, Mystic Maud, "The Angel of San Antonio, and the "Queen of the Pasteboards." I guess it proves that not having to have IDs left a lot of room to start over back then.

Though a woman, Lottie made a name for herself all over Texas and was even managed to play against Doc Holliday.

Everyone wasn't always accepting and she was accused of cheating the same as some of the men. In once instance, someone mentioned she should call herself "Lotta Dinero" - and Lottie Deno was born.

Lottie is said to have been the inspiration for Miss Kitty on the show Gunsmoke.

Fannie Porter has a different story. She migrated to the US and became a prostitute. By the time she was 20 (early 1890's) she'd already managed the title of madam. Fannie didn't try to dive into "a man's world" by gambling or gun slinging - she made her name by catering to men and their needs.

Butch Cassidy and his Wild Bunch would often frequent her boarding house as she was known for keeping it and the girls clean. She was also known for her discretion.

Fannie Porter catered to lawmen, federal agents, and outlaws alike - never revealing one tidbit of a detail. In the 1900's, it's no wonder she was sought out.

It's believed that the Sundance Kid (Henry Longabaugh) met his wife there (Etta Place). It is also believed that at some point she was Butch Cassidy's girlfriend.

Shortly after Butch and Sundance fled to South America, it's said Fannie retired a very wealthy woman and kept a low profile.

Poor (or maybe not...) Big Nose Kate. Born in Hungary, she moved to Iowa with her parents who died while she was still young. As with many women of her time, she was thrown into foster care. Running away, she became a prostitute,

In Fort Griffin, Texas she met Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday. Kate and Holliday's relationship, while on and off, lasted until his death in 1887.

As with some of the other women of the west, she had many names over the years....Kate Fisher, Kate Melvin, Kate Elder, and more.

Why is she on my list? She broke Doc Holliday out of jail once by starting a fire and pulling a gun on the guard to get him out. Even then women did crazy things for their men.

Late in life, when asked about her relationship with Doc, she refused to cooperate (unless paid - I guess everyone has their price).

A final note, The Sons of Katie Elder was NOT based on Big Nosed Kate (initially used as there was anther known prostitute using the name Kate).

Modern Day Fall Back to the Old Days by Amber Bentley

This may not be the typical post for Cowboy Kisses, but I hope someone will enjoy it. (Pictures in this post are my personal images, please do not take without permission or claim as your own)

I grew up on a farm, raised by my grandparents. I couldn't wait to get away from the "slow moving" little country town I grew up in during the 80's and early 90's. I was going to model, I was going to become a trauma doctor....

It was too slow. People wore cowboy boots and had cowboy hats. You had to drive 10 minutes to get to a neighbor or call them on your phone. We didn't have internet or cable television. (Cable television was fairly new while I was growing up - showing my age a bit.)

We had cows, pigs, chickens, and turkeys. We had geese and duck. We had acres and acres of corn fields and a private garden closer to the farmhouse (yes, actual farmhouse built in the late 1600's that was passed down through my family) that grew a large number of vegetables for our own table.

We had a fireplace that my grandpa chopped wood for. You didn't go buy it at a local store already cut and packaged. You didn't buy it from someone else who chopped it and then delivered it to you. My grandpa worked hard days during spring, summer, and fall to be sure we had what was needed to survive winter of our own accord. He was often out from before sun up to well after sun down.

Meals were family things. Everything was made from scratch. You sat at the table and said a prayer before shoving that first bit into your mouth. No one started before everyone was there and no one left until everyone was done.

True to my word, at 18 I left. I didn't look back. I modeled to put myself through med school. After all, I had plans. I was going to be someone.

My grandparents passed a couple months apart from each other. I missed all of it because of modeling jobs and med school. I couldn't give up what I'd wanted for years. They'd understand why I missed the wake and funeral. They'd understand why I wanted nothing to do with the land, fields, combines, livestock and the old farmhouse that had been in the family for generations. I was living in the city. I had internet and cable. I had friends and weekends at the clubs.

I didn't regret a single moment of it until I had my first child. Reality hit me. If I was going to be a trauma doctor, how would I know my child? How would they know me? What energy would I have left after working 36+ hour shifts and being on call as an intern almost seven days a week?

That's when I threw away the medical degree that was going to get me out of being nothing more than a hillbilly on a farm. The girl that passed high school weekends mudding in huge lifted 4X4 trucks. The girl that worked hard her first year of college to stop saying "y'all" and become that city girl she'd always wanted to be.

Fast forward through mistakes and lessons learned to a few years ago. I was suddenly in that middle age bracket. I had teenagers as children. And I still wasn't happy. I had a house, we had food, clothing, utilities and things to make us comfortable. I should have been pleased. I wasn't.

Then started a year long inner discovery. Why was I not happy? I looked back at notebook after notebook of scribbles of partial books I'd written. All of them had one thing in common. They were full of people that lead simple lives out in the country.

The life I'd hated and walked away from - never looking back.

I moved to a very small town. We have cowboys - real ones, not the ones that put on the hat and boots because it looks cool. Cowboys that break their own horses, move their own cattle (on horses), can rope and ride bulls and steer wrestle.

Where the town is so small there isn't even a high school. Where the PreSchool through 8th grade school has less than 180 kids.

Where you have to stop your truck and wait for cattle to roam through the dirt road because it's all open range. There's no leash law. Most people use the library internet and the library is only open a couple days a week for a few hours a day.

Where the men still open the door for you when they see you walking up. Where they tip their hat and tell you to have a good day and really mean it. Where the men help you carry things and don't cheat on their wives. Where your word is still what you have and it's a good enough commitment for those around you. Where a barter system is still used and your neighbor will help you out without begrudging you because it's the neighborly thing to do.

It's the place where you can walk or jog and everyone waves at you and cheers you on - and means it. Where your kids are safe to roam and be kids. Where there's no street lights but you can still sleep with the windows and doors open because it's safe.

It's the place where this country girl turned city girl realized she'd been living a lie for decades.

There are still good honest people in the world. And there still are those places that you can go back in time and take life at a slow pace. Not everyone here has a lot of money - but they are so much richer than most people I've met - they have family, love, real friends, and kind hearts.

It's a reason that I'm loving writing my cowboy books and has allowed me to actually write contemporary and not just historical - because cowboys do still exist.

#WildWest #Facts #DidYouKnow

The more I write my historical cowboy books, the more I discover about the truth of the West. It's not as wild and black or white as most movies and books would have you believe.

Wyatt Earp was neither the town marshal or the sheriff in Tombstone, Arizona at the time of the shoot-out at the O.K. Corral. His brother Virgil was the town marshal, who had temporarily deputized Wyatt, Morgan and Doc Holliday prior to the gunfight.

The Oregon Trail, from Independence, Missouri to Fort Vancouver, Washington measured 2,020 miles. An estimated 350,000 emigrants took the Oregon Trail but one out of seventeen would not survive the trip. The most common cause of death was cholera.

Mike Fink was a keel boatman along the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers and an expert marksman. However, he loved his drink and was a known brawler. One of his favorite games was to shoot a mug of brew from the top of some fellow's head. However, on one night in 1823, he had drank so much that it didn't matter how good were his shooting skills. This time he missed and killed the guy who was wearing the mug on his head. In no time, the dead man's friends retaliated by killing Fink. For whatever reasons, his legend was being told for decades along with the likes of Paul Bunyan and Pecos Bill.

The Colt Peacemaker, the weapon that became known as "the gun that won the West” was a .45-caliber manufactured by Colt’s Fire Arms Manufacturing Company in Hartford, Connecticut in 1873. At the time it sold for $17.00.

Though the term "stick 'em up" is widely used in Western films, it wasn't actually coined until the 1930's.

The Infamous Dalton Gang only operated for one year and five months, beginning with a train robbery in Wharton, Oklahoma on May 9, 1891 and ending at the shootout at Coffeyville, Kansas on October 5, 1892.

The main characters of the Dalton Gang – brothers, Grat, Bob and Emmett all wore badges before moving to the other side of the law.

Jesse James was shot in the back by Bob Ford on April 3, 1882, in St. Joseph, Missouri. Professed to be a friend of James, Ford was reviled for shooting James from behind and was forever known as a "coward.” Ten years later, he himself was himself shot to death in Creede, Colorado.

On November 24, 1835, the Republic of Texas established a force of frontiersmen called the "Texas Rangers”. The rangers were paid $1.25 per day for their services. The members of The Texas Rangers were said to be able to "ride like a Mexican, shoot like a Kentuckian, and fight like the devil."

The famous Goodnight-Loving Trail was established in 1866 between Fort Belknap, Texas and Fort Sumner, New Mexico. Oliver Loving was later killed by Indians on the trail bearing his name. Goodnight, on the other hand, died a wealthy man in his nineties in 1929.

During the course of his 21 year tenure at Fort Smith, Judge Isaac Parker sentenced 160 men and women to death for convictions of Rape or Murder; of this total, only 79 men actually were executed on the gallows. The Judge only handed down the death sentences, he did not attend the executions or participate in them in any official capacity.

On September 8, 1883, Sitting Bull, the main chief of the Lakota tribes, delivered a speech at the celebration of the driving of the last spike in the Northern Pacific railroad joining with the transcontinental system. He delivered the speech in his Sioux language, departing from a speech originally prepared by an army translator. Denouncing the U.S. government, settlers, and army, the listeners thought he was welcoming and praising them. While giving the speech, Sitting Bull paused for applause periodically, bowed, smiled, and continued insulting his audience as the translator delivered the original address.

The Long Branch Saloon really did exist in Dodge City, Kansas. One of the owners, William Harris, was a former resident of Long Branch, New Jersey and named the saloon after his hometown in the 1880’s. The Long Branch Saloon still exists in Dodge City and can be seen at Dodge City’s Boothill Museum.

The famous gunfight at the O.K. Corral only lasted about thirty seconds.

Mattie Earp, Wyatt Earp’s second wife, who was with him in Tombstone during the O.K. Corral gunfight committed suicide with an overdose of laudanum on July 3, 1888 in Pinal, Arizona. She was despondent because Earp had left her for another woman.

Despite Hollywood’s depiction to the contrary, Jesse and Frank James were never cowboys. Both were raised on a farm in Missouri, where many of their crimes occurred.

Jesse James was called "Dingus" by his friends.

Wild West Myths

Hi everyone. First I want to say how excited I am to be a part of this wonderful blog. It's great being able to join the ladies here.

A little about me, I write historical cowboy romance {at various publisher stages} and most recently I've dived into hands on research for a contemporary cowboy romance series. I've also been poking around a bit in the Civil War era.

Today I wanted to keep my first post light and hopefully fun. No matter what the topic, I love hearing about how things were said to be versus how they really were.

1) Myth: It's often said that settlers were constantly battling the Indians. Murderous ambushes were at every dusty turn.

Truth: There were, no doubt, messy and blood battles with Calvary. However, the random attacks on settlers were few and far between. There were hundreds of thousands of settlers and it's tracked that, in reality, several hundred, at most, died this way.

2) Myth: Train robberies were everywhere.

Truth: In reality, train robbery was very hard to pull off and didn't span over numerous years {1865-1875}. Trains generally had hired mercenaries riding to protect their trains. Would anyone go unprotected knowing there was potential danger? Evidently only to make a good story ;) It's said that from 1859-1900 less than 12 robberies took place.

3) Myth: The West was filled with murder.

Truth: Not in reality {again, makes for great story telling though}. An estimate of 70 out of every 100,000 people died this way. It's way better than our statistics in this day and age.

4) Myth: Cowboys were created in the Wild West.

Truth: The cowboy was actually a Mexican cattleman known as vaqueros. They created the original cowboy lingo {most still used today} as well as wore chaps and had rodeos. So they are rumored to be 20 o 200 years of cowboy before "our" cowboy showed up.

In reality, most of the violence was, in fact, government instigated and caused. There wasn't a ton of attacks or murders for random settlements. The dangerous Wild West was new and a difficult life, but, in reality, they really were pretty safe.

I'm not sure if I was a little disappointed to learn this or not. I mean, don't we all remember John Wayne and his movies. Hundreds of people died in each movie and it gave the original West a picture that allowed us to think of how brave everyone was. How tough it was. How dangerous each day had to be.

On the other hand, I'm relived to see it wasn't exactly quite a rough as thought. Yes, day to day life was still very difficult. You had settlements that tried to provide everything, by hand, for the people in it. Could you image doing that with your city or town in this day?

I was also surprised to see that the West, in fact, had camel. Yes, camel. Those you won't see in many {if any} westerns. It was also filled with a wide variety of cultural backgrounds. It was not 95% white.

I'm pleasantly sure that our westerns and cowboy stories won't change...but it's nice to know there wasn't constant death surrounding those that brought life to the frontier.

Under the Dirt & Grime…by Amber Bentley

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 Under the Dirt & Grime ~ Why We Love Cowboys

            As I embark to a different writing pace (contemporary cowboy romance), I've been considering a lot about this new series. And of my love for the historical cowboy.

            The cowboys of old had a protective nature. No one, absolutely no one, was getting to their wife or children (sisters and mothers, for that matter,too) unless they were dead. Ahh, the chivalry that makes us all sigh. They worked long hours trying to keep their homes (the outside), land, barns, livestock and so on. Failure, in that time, was such a high price to pay.

            Who would want to see their children go to bed with grumbling stomachs because they were hungry? When gardens didn't grow, livestock died or were stolen – there was serious impact. If there was a drought, it was tough all around.

            Even in the historical romance books, we often portray cowboys as smelling like leather, even whiskey (or something similar). Maybe the cowboy had a bit of dirt covering him and some sweat coming from his forehead. (Think stunning slow motion entrance of what is supposed to be the hottest guy ever laid eyes upon.) However, more than likely, in that time, he was head to toes in grime and some kind of livestock poop. His cowboy hat probably smelled worse than he did.

            More to think on, within a family, men would often take a bath first. Wives and children after – in the same water. It kind of makes you wonder how clean anyone really got.

            Still, even when faced with the hard truth of cowboys past, you can't help but feel some twinge. Some spark. Some desire to have known the over-protective, hard-working cowboy.

            Though today's women profess to be tough, capable of doing anything a man can. Most of all, not needing a man to provide for them or to protect them. I find myself disagreeing.

            Yes, I've been independent for ages. I've taken care of myself. I've worked hard.

            But some part of me longs for times of old. Of not having to be the strong one. Of having that protective, strong man there to take some of the burden from my own shoulders. The time when it was okay for a woman to cry.

            Historical cowboys were often thin. But don't let that make you think them weak. The hard work put a tough ruggedness on them that no gym could ever deliver.

       

     Moving forward to my new venture – writing that contemporary cowboy romance series – the modern day cowboy is portrayed as a centerfold hottie, thick with ripped muscled and an 8-pack set of abs. As though he was pulled right from the gym (which he likely was).

            I'm documenting my journey (on my blog, tagged as City to Country) into actual hands on research for this new series. I'm relocating to a “farm” town. There I've got a few friends that have friends that are willing to turn this city girl into a country one. I'll be going hands on behind the scenes at rodeos, getting a close up look at ranches, livestock and the work that goes into them. As well as the cattle auctions and so much more.

            And real modern day cowboys.

            Will I find they're just like every other man? Or will I find that chivalry isn't completely dead?

            I think, one of the main things I'll find to be true, even in this later time period – being a cowboy, especially a rodeo cowboy, is a lonely rode. Many ranchers still work sun up to sun down and come in to eat dinner exhausted. On the rodeo side, I can't imagine too many girls tying themselves to a rodeo cowboy. Months gone at a time, chasing one rodeo to another trying to be that big winner.

           

We'll see if the new cowboys can live up to my love for the historical ones.

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