Prairie Dog Town Fork Red River

Prairie Dog Town Fork Red River is a sandy-braided stream about 193 km (120 mi) long, formed at the confluence of Palo Duro Creek and Tierra Blanca Creek, about 2.9 km (1.8 mi) northeast of Canyon in Randall County, Texas, and flowing east-southeastward to the Red River about 1.6 km (1 mi) east of the 100th meridian, 13 km (8 mi) south-southwest of Hollis, Oklahoma.

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