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I opened a crate,then counted the rifles.I also looked through the bags of gunpowder.
"Its alright..." I said."I'll meet you here tomorrow."
Randall nodded once and I went and mounted my horse.I rode back to my hotel and slept for the rest of the night. |
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RegymonJoin Date: 2009-07-23
Post Count: 4096 |
(Sorry, watching a movie.)
I watched him leave the saloon and i exitted too. I headed over to my farm. I entered and saw that the place was wrecked. I ran over and sawa letter on the bed. I opened it and it read:
Juarez,
Ive found out where you live, as you can see. Have no doupt im gunna kill you, its only a matter of time. Ill see you soon...
-Dragon
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I walked into a saloon and took off my bandana. I ordered for a scotch. |
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I glared at the man who just entered the saloon. |
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"Whatcha lookin' at?" I told the man looking at me. |
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"I'm lookin at a man who obiosly can't hold his liquer." |
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I gave him a dirty look and grabbed my scotch. "Aren't you going to pay?" the bartender said. I slammed my money down on the counter and guzzled down on the scotch. |
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"Scotch dont count. This is real liquer." I say, holding up a bottle of whis.key. |
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"Never said it WAS real liquor," I said. "Just like it." |
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"And you never denied you can't hold real liquer." I laughed. |
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I slammed the bottle on the counter, breaking it into sharp points. |
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(Aren't you gonna say when its night and day?) |
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"Eh, what the hey. I'll follow suit." I throw a shotglass at him. |
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I duck, and the shotglass hits the bartender. I threw the sharp half of the bottle at the man. |
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I stumble to the side, dodging. I then charge with my half full bottle of whisk.ey. |
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(Nvm, ignore the first sentence in my last post.)
I duck, and throw the sharp half of the bottle at the man. |
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RegymonJoin Date: 2009-07-23
Post Count: 4096 |
(When its night and day? Hmmm. Never done that before. Its now about noon, time for showdown xD. Anyway, its 1:00 in the morning in England, so im getting to bed.)
I threw the letter away and wondered what to do. |
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I quickly draw my gun. "Don't move..." |
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I mounted my horse and rode to the saloon.I sat on a stool at the counter and ordered a bottle of whisky.I poured it in a shotglass and started drinking. |
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I notice two people fighting but quickly ignore it. |
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I draw both my guns. "Wanna see if you can get off a shot before I blow your head clean off?" |
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Name: Dusty Tracks
Gender: M
Ag.e: 25
Profession: Desert Bandit
Personality: Trigger-happy
Weapons: 2 .44 Magnum Marlin Model 1894 carbines, one carrying and one strapped
Appearence: Blue eyes, brown short hair, black bandana mask, cowboy hat, brown pants, black leather jacket
Biography: Friend to Nic.
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