{"id":48233,"date":"2019-03-31T05:40:03","date_gmt":"2019-03-31T09:40:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=48233"},"modified":"2026-04-14T11:07:09","modified_gmt":"2026-04-14T15:07:09","slug":"btr-sourdough-starters-11-march-2019-by-bztrailriders","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=48233","title":{"rendered":"BTR Sourdough Starters #11 – March 2019 (by BZTrailriders)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary: March is the month of St. Patrick’s Day. Use the from the songs “Oh, DANNY Boy” and “ELEANOR RIGBY” for your Original Characters who will interact with one or more Cartwrights. Don’t forget to throw in a bit o’ Irish Luck or Shenanigans as well.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rating: G, Word Count: 3588<\/span><\/p>\n

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by\u00a0Hart4Ben<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0\u00bb\u00a0<\/span>Fri Mar 01, 2019 12:56 pm<\/p>\n

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After reading the lyrics to Eleanor Rigby, this is the scene that came to me. It will likely get expanded a bit more.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eleanor<\/p>\n

With his business in Carson City complete, Joe ambled into the nearest saloon for a drink, It was early to be doing so, but he was heading for home, and a cold beer sounded good before hitting the dusty road. His boots echoed in the nearly empty saloon. A cowboy sat in the far corner sipping whiskey with his boots propped on the chair beside him. He nodded as Joe headed toward the bar.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat can I get ya?\u201d The burly barkeeper looked up from wiping a glass.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust a beer will do.\u201d Joe pulled a coin from his jacket pocket and pushed it toward the man.<\/p>\n

After receiving his drink, Joe turned and noticed a girl in a red and black dress staring out the front window. He set down his mug and swiped his gloved hand across his mouth. The barkeeper took note of the direction of Joe\u2019s gaze.<\/p>\n

\u201cEleanor.\u201d When there was no response to his beckoning, the barkeeper, shouted. \u201cEleanor! Ya gotta customer. Git over here!\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe swiveled around.\u201d It\u2019s ok. I\u2019ve really got to get going.<\/p>\n

The man tugged on his vest and shrugged. \u201cSuit yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Two big gulps and Joe finished his drink. Turning for the door, he jumped when he found Eleanor standing behind him. He had not heard her approach the bar.<\/p>\n

He tipped his hat and offered her a nervous smile. \u201dMorning, miss. Isn\u2019t it kind o\u2019 early for you to be working?\u201d<\/p>\n

The girl just pointed toward the stairs, her expression flat. Underneath the paint on her face, Joe thought there was a pretty young woman, too young in fact to be working in a saloon.<\/p>\n

Accustomed to men\u2019s prying eyes, she then voiced her question. \u201cYou comin\u2019 upstairs, or not?\u201d Eleanor\u2019s voice had no emotion.<\/p>\n

Joe felt a pinch in his gut. His heart went out to this girl.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, sure — Eleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n

With no intention of using her as she thought, Joe pulled off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. He motioned for Eleanor to lead the way.<\/p>\n

The upstairs was quiet except for some snoring behind the closed doors. Eleanor opened the door at the end of the hallway. She walked in without acknowledging Joe\u2019s presence and began removing her dress.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait! No!\u201d Joe reached out to stop her hands as she pulled down the straps of her shimmery dress.<\/p>\n

She turned to face him. The straps of her dress were hanging on the sides of her arms revealing more cleavage than had previously been showing.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou do want to f…\u201d<\/p>\n

He pressed a finger to her lips and shook his head. \u201cPlease! No! I just thought maybe we could talk.\u201d Joe gently attempted to pull up the straps. His stomach churned. Eleanor\u2019s vacant eyes frightened him.<\/p>\n

He stayed as long as he could, and then pressed some money into Eleanor\u2019s palm. He traced her cheek with his finger and left the room.<\/p>\n

Three days later, he stood with his eyes fixed on a mound of fresh dirt. Joe mindlessly twisted his hat in his hands. The minutes dragged on until Hoss nudged his brother\u2019s arm and whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, Joe. This weren\u2019t your fault and there ain\u2019t no helpin\u2019 her now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Joe\u2019s head came around. \u201cYeah, I know. Just wish I could o\u2019 done something for her. She was –\u201d, the tears welled in his eyes, \u201csuch a pretty little gal. Delicate — and lonely — so lonely.\u201d Joe\u2019s chest rose and fell. \u201cYou deserved a better life.\u201d He paused and a sob escaped his lips. \u201cEleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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by\u00a0AH83<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0\u00bb\u00a0<\/span>Fri Mar 01, 2019 5:49 pm<\/div>\n
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I used both Danny Boy and Eleanor Rigby<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eleven-year-old Hoss and seventeen-year-old Adam were in Virginia City helping their friend, Eleanor Rigby, with her shopping. Hoss and Adam helped Eleanor around the house since she was old and had a hard time getting around. Her husband had passed away two years before. She had a son Daniel, who lived back east. They had been close to the Irish woman and she had treated them like family.<\/p>\n

\u201cBoys, my Danny Boy is coming in a couple of days!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen will he be here?\u201d Hoss asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn a couple of days.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019d best get this place looking in good shape,\u201d Adam said.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt looks good already. You\u2019ve both done such a good job with helping me with the house.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, we still want it to look good,\u201d Adam replied.<\/p>\n

The boys cleaned out the spare room to get it ready for Danny.<\/p>\n

The day came when Eleanor\u2019s son arrived in Virginia City. Adam and Hoss drove the buggy to Virginia City.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Danny Boy! Oh, it\u2019s so good to see you,\u201d Eleanor said as her son climbed out of the stagecoach.<\/p>\n

\u201cMa, how are you?\u201d Danny asked hugging his mother.<\/p>\n

\u201cDanny, I\u2019d like you to meet two young men who\u2019ve been very helpful to me. This is Adam and Hoss Cartwright. Boys, this is my son, Danny.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDanny, it\u2019s good to meet you,\u201d Adam said.<\/p>\n

\u201cNice to meet you too. Thank you both for taking care of Mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s been our pleasure,\u201d Hoss said.<\/p>\n

They climbed in the buggy and headed to the Rigby home.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo has my mother charmed the locals with her Irish stories?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. She got our youngest brother months ago. She told him that there were leprechauns around and if he found one he\u2019d get three wishes. He was all over the Ponderosa and her land and didn\u2019t find one. He still looks for them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everyone laughed. Eleanor became serious.<\/p>\n

\u201cI heard the Banshee the other night.\u201d<\/p>\n

Danny looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cMother, you\u2019re being silly. She\u2019s just a legend.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s not. She took your father.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMother, we\u2019ll talk about this when we get home.\u201d Danny said.<\/p>\n

A knock came at the door two days later. Adam opened the door and saw Danny.<\/p>\n

\u201cDanny, come in.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks. I have some bad news.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy mother passed away.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry. Hoss will be sad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew you were both close to her. I thank you for taking care of her and the house. I have something for you both
\nshe made.\u201d<\/p>\n

He handed Adam a sampler that read\u00a0\u201cMay your day be touched with a bit of Irish luck, Brightened by a song in
\nyour heart, And warmed by smiles from the people you love.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Hoss walked downstairs and saw Danny and Adam.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Danny.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHoss, Danny just told me Ms. Rigby died,\u201d Adam said sadly handing him the sampler.<\/p>\n

Tears filled Hoss\u2019 eyes as he read it.<\/p>\n

\u201cDanny, I\u2019m sorry. I loved your ma. She was a special woman. She was like a grandma to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat she was. She thought of you both as grandsons. I never married and had kids. I\u2019m glad she had you both.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll miss her shenanigans.\u201d Adam laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo will I. Well, I\u2019d best be going and plan the funeral. I hope your family will come,\u201d Danny said and let.<\/p>\n

Two days later, they buried Eleanor Rigby. Hoss held onto Adam trying not to cry but silent tears slid down his cheeks.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have good memories of her, Hoss,\u201d Adam whispered.<\/p>\n

Hoss looked at his older brother and smiled knowing they would always remember that Irish woman.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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by\u00a0BettyHT<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0\u00bb\u00a0<\/span>Tue Mar 05, 2019 3:38 pm<\/p>\n

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Oh, Danny Boy<\/strong><\/p>\n

The crowd in the pub on Saturday night was relaxed. For the first time in untold months, many men had enough money to buy a few pints without feeling guilty that they were depriving their families of necessities. The regular employment provided by the American who had arrived with a construction project and an unusual willingness to hire local labor at a fair wage had been a welcome surprise and a boon to the whole area. Although he was there to do a project for the hated English overlords, he was also helping them to take some of their money. With a grin, he had told them it was a two-edged sword and defied them to come up with a reason to say no. The English would get their buildings and the Irish workers wouldn’t sabotage them. They’d show them the Irish could do great work. However, he had warned them to save money too as the project would end and then they would have to find a way to continue the prosperity without the additional infusion of funds. Now that time had come.<\/p>\n

“Adam, it be time ye learned some good Irish songs. Ye sing well, lad, but enough of those American songs and Frenchie melodies ye learned in yer travels.”<\/p>\n

The night had gone by quickly with singing and good cheer. That is, it did until the last song that they sang of a young man who had gone to sea, and when he came home, his father had died. The son said goodbye to a grave. That hit Adam hard. He hadn’t ever truly believed such a thing could happen to him, but after so many years gone from home and actually losing contact because he had moved about so much, he knew it could be true. After spending quite a few years in Australia before sailing for South America, he ended up in Ireland after becoming reacquainted with several members of the English aristocracy who knew of his talents and guessed he wouldn’t mind living among the Irish for a year. Most English architects and engineers balked at that idea. Adam had accepted the commission easily because he was intrigued by the possibility of learning about a new land.<\/p>\n

Throwing himself into the work, Adam had found time to write one letter to his family but had not heard back from them with no way of knowing if they had gotten his letter. He worried how his lack of correspondence might have affected his relationship with his family. That night in the pub, he decided what he had to do.<\/p>\n

“Danny boy, you have been a good friend. You have taught me a lot, but there’s something I need to do. I’m going to go home when this project is completed.”<\/p>\n

“What of Grainne? She won’t leave her father. He needs her.”<\/p>\n

“I have a father too.”<\/p>\n

——-<\/p>\n

Months later, Ben walked from the house when he heard a carriage arrive and nearly fainted when he saw his eldest son climb down from the seat. Although he had gotten a letter telling him of his son’s decision to return, he had found it hard to believe especially as Adam had said he still had some business to conclude.<\/p>\n

“Pa, this is Grainne, and this is . . .”<\/p>\n

Before he could finish, the older man with him stepped from the carriage. “I kin speak for me-self. I’m Grainne’s da, and the stubborn girl dragged me from me warm home, she did, ta follow this arrogant lad. Come to America with us, she said.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0by\u00a0AC1830<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0\u00bb\u00a0<\/span>Wed Mar 06, 2019 10:34 pm<\/p>\n

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Ellie<\/p>\n

The bustling town of Denver, Colorado made Adam long for home. Despite all the people and sources of entertainment, he realized he was restless and lonely. One more day of negotiations and he\u2019d be headed home, back to the quiet life on the Ponderosa. Returning to his hotel Adam paused as passengers disembarked from a recently arrived stagecoach and filled the sidewalk in front of him. A lovely lady stepped down. The auburn curls, green eyes, and lilting Irish brogue made Adam stop in his tracks as she spoke to the stage driver. Stepping back to hide in an alcove, he scrutinized her, suddenly taken back to another time – six years earlier.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d become stranded in Dublin when an illness caused him to miss his ship to Liverpool. With nothing to do for a few days as he waited for the next ship to arrive, he kept company with the locals at a pub near his boarding house. A barmaid there befriended him, and he soon realized she was several years younger than himself but so full of life he didn\u2019t care.<\/em><\/p>\n

Ellie, as he called her, brought sunshine into his lonely life with her warm smiles, spirited songs, and tales of Irish lore. They spent the days strolling along the river banks and the evenings singing in the pub. The nights were filled with love.<\/p>\n

After a few months, Adam decided to return home having been away for several years. He was torn and didn\u2019t want to leave Ellie. He asked her to marry him and to travel with him but she couldn\u2019t bring herself to leave her home. Sadly they parted, although their hearts begged otherwise.<\/p>\n

The painful memories of that departure made Adam shiver. Drifting back to the present, he followed her to the same hotel where he was staying. A peak at the registry told him what he already knew. Her name was written in a familiar, delicate script –\u00a0Eleanor Rigby. Upstairs, he quietly knocked on her door, his heart threatening to leap from his chest with each tap. His breath caught when her sweet face appeared in the doorway.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello Ellie.\u201d<\/p>\n

A hand flew to her rosy lips, as her green eyes grew wide and misty.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam? It canna be!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEllie, I\u2019m sorry\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

His words shocked her. She studied his handsome face, locking onto his tawny eyes which shined with love and hope.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam. I was wrong\u2026..\u201d<\/p>\n

That was all it took. Adam’s face lit up, and Ellie, her green eyes smiling, opened her door wider to let him enter. For the rest of the day and into the night two hearts reunited and their love was rekindled.<\/p>\n

******
\nIn Virginia City, Ben Cartwright strolled up to the stage coach after it pulled to a stop. He caught the swinging door as his eldest son stepped down. Their hands connected in a firm handshake.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam, welcome home,\u201d Ben released his son\u2019s hand, \u201calbeit a month late.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam caught the admonition that was given along with a glint of humor in his father\u2019s eyes. \u201cThanks Pa. And thanks for not complaining about my delay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam turned to assist a woman from the coach.<\/p>\n

\u201cPa, may I present, Missus Eleanor Rigby Cartwright, my wife. Ellie, this is my father.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0by\u00a0Glenandme<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0\u00bb\u00a0<\/span>Tue Mar 12, 2019 6:50 am<\/p>\n

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A Friend in Need.<\/p>\n

Ben put his coffee cup down, he could tell that his boys were fuming.<\/p>\n

\u201cOk, what\u2019s happened now?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

Joe spoke up first. \u201cIt\u2019s that Eleanor Rigby Pa. she\u2019s gone too far this time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy what\u2019s she done?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe came over and sat at the table. Ben began pouring him a cup of coffee.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou remember last week she was complaining about dogs barking in town, well this week she is on about the amount of dirt left by horses. Pa she went as far as to go to Sheriff Coffee about our horses. The woman has just lost all reason.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben nodded but didn\u2019t speak. After a moment he got up from the table. Joe could guess where he was going.<\/p>\n

\u201cPa you don\u2019t have to go see her. For heaven sake, Sheriff Coffee didn\u2019t take it seriously.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell Hop Sing I won\u2019t be back for supper.\u201d<\/p>\n

~o~<\/p>\n

It was a long ride to Virginia City but Ben could see that he was right to make the trip. A few onlookers chuckled away as they watched her. She was outside her shop with a spade in hand trying to scrape dirt up from the street.<\/p>\n

\u201cI see we have nothing better to do today,\u201d Ben smiled over at them.<\/p>\n

The onlookers immediately dispersed. No farmer wants to be called out for loitering with nothing to do. It\u2019s a bad reflection on his homestead.<\/p>\n

The lady herself looked up from her work.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh I see you\u2019ve come to say something, well let me tell you I told Sheriff coffee all about your boys, yes I did. It\u2019s not the first time their horses have defecated on our streets. I\u2019ve been watching.\u201d<\/p>\n

She bawled this out defensively and began backing away as Ben approached.<\/p>\n

Ben stopped in his approach and looked around \u201cYou know you\u2019re right. This town is a disgrace. The standards are just not the same, nobody cares anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

She couldn\u2019t look him in the eye, she suddenly felt ashamed. Her hair was a mess, her dress was all dust. To Ben she was as pretty as she always was. Gently he took the spade from her.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was a fool to leave,\u201d Ben told her gently.<\/p>\n

\u201cFive years ago today,\u201d she whispered as tears began to form in her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben took her hand. \u201cWhy don\u2019t we go in the house and have some coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n

She gave a shaky nod of her head. He took his jacket off, wrapped it around her shoulders and began leading her back into her shop.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you still sell that pumpkin pie you used to make?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI made a whole batch this afternoon, I reckon it may even still be warm. You could have it with cream.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNow that\u2019s an offer I can\u2019t refuse.\u201d<\/p>\n

They talked long into the night. She cried some but they were good tears, honest tears for a love lost; tears that had to be shed so that she could move on. In the morning she cooked him up some breakfast. Ben gave her a warm hug and went on his way. Eleanor Rigby bid him goodbye with a lighter heart than she had felt in a long time. Sometimes all it takes is the words of a good friend.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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by\u00a0Lizabeth<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0\u00bb\u00a0<\/span>Wed Mar 27, 2019 9:11 pm<\/p>\n

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Danny<\/strong><\/p>\n

As the ranch house came into view, Adam and Hoss paused their horses. They recognized Doc Martin\u2019s horse and buggy next to the porch. Hoss glanced at Adam, his shoulders slumped in defeat.<\/p>\n

Hoss silently berated Paul\u2019s timing. After his ordeal in the desert with that monster Kane, today Adam had finally begun to talk about it. Now, he feared his older brother would retreat into himself and brood. He knew Adam hated to show weakness in front of anyone, especially those outside the family. With a shake of his head, Adam led Sport the rest of the way home as Hoss and Chubb followed.<\/p>\n

After caring for their horses, the two brothers walked into the house and were greeted by their father. Joe stood next to their company.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood to have you home early. Paul brought a visitor.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paul made the introductions. \u201cThis is Dr. Daniel O\u2019Brien. Danny, these are Ben\u2019s oldest sons.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss stepped forward immediately, introduced himself and shook the doctor\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n

Adam had a small crooked smile. Before he said anything, Danny extended his hand and spoke. \u201cAh, \u2018tis good ta see you again, my friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two clasped hands, and to the surprise of the others in the room, Adam pulled Danny into a bear hug. \u201cYou\u2019ve grown up!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know each other?\u201d Paul asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe do. Adam saved my life in Boston.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t exaggerate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not, and you know it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSounds like a good story. Would be even better ifn Hop Sing has some coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n

On cue, Hop Sing appeared with coffee and cookies. After everyone was served, they settled down to hear the story.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was orphaned when I was eleven and on the streets of Boston for the next year. Until the boy I ran around with picked the pocket of the wrong man. Even though I didn\u2019t know what he was doing, the man chased us both. Because I was smaller, he caught up with me and broke the only thing I had left of my parents, my fiddle. I would play to earn a few pennies on the street. I got away from him, only to run smack into Adam.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe believed me when I said I didn\u2019t do anything except be in the company of the wrong boy. To make a long story short, he got me off the streets and into a private school. I worked weekends at Captain Stoddard\u2019s shop. And eventually went to medical school. Since the war, I\u2019ve been working with former prisoners of war, helping them readjust to freedom. We\u2019re just beginning to learn about how terrible it was for them.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen my superior received Paul\u2019s request for aid with someone who had survived a similar ordeal, I asked to come. I hope to help that man, but I also wanted to talk to you, Adam. One of the survivors I\u2019m working with is only 16. He joined two years ago to support his mother and spent the last nine months of the war in the hellhole called Carterson. He\u2019s amazing with horses, training them by talking softly with them. He gentles them without breaking their spirits. I\u2019d hoped you might know someone who\u2019d be willing to hire him. He needs to work, and there\u2019s none near his hometown.\u201d<\/p>\n

After many discussions, they arranged for the boy to come to the Ponderosa and work with Adam. He nurtured the boy\u2019s talent, and together they both healed.<\/p>\n

Through the years Danny and Adam corresponded and visited frequently. Adam and the boy, Heath, continued as friends after Heath Thomson became Heath Barkley.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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A Note from the Brandsters.\u00a0 This was originally written and published on the Bonanza Trail Riders site.\u00a0 Brand is happy to offer this story a new home.<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Summary: March is the month of St. Patrick’s Day. Use the from the songs “Oh, DANNY Boy” and “ELEANOR RIGBY” for your Original Characters who will interact with one or more Cartwrights. Don’t forget to throw in a bit o’ Irish Luck or Shenanigans as well.<\/p>\n

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