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Dog Bend was not in the middle of nowhere. In the good old days, Dog Bend was in the middle of somewhere. In fact, Dog Bend seemed to be in the middle of everywhere . It was miraculously half way between anywhere anyone was, and wherever it was they wanted to go. Someone had noticed this unaccountable quirk of geography and built an inn for people on their way to interesting places to stop and gather their strength for the rest of the journey. The inn attracted a post office. The presence of a post office attracted a railway depot. The presence of a railway depot attracted a railway. Inns, post offices and railway depots require employees, and employees have children, who require teachers so their parents can be employed. Soon there was a school, a library, an antique store, and a future. Then they built the Great Northern Highway. The highway was amazing. Trips that used to take weeks suddenly took days, and trips that took days suddenly took too long. Dog Bend was no longer the place