We're searching for the start of the Santa Fe Trail. We wind up in Dodge City for the night in a dodgy little place called The Wyatt Earp Inn. It's steaks for dinner of course. The National Beef plant dominates the horizon from our room. A strange stench permeates the air, too. I hope it's the factory and not the room.
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