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Submitted to Contest #204
The barkeep at the Three Jacks saloon in Tula Rosa cast an impatient glance towards his only customer. He wanted to be gone from his place of work and out into the street with his fellow citizens, this was a mammoth day for the town, and he wanted to share it, but he found himself having to serve this solitary man. It would have been bad enough had the man been drinking hard liquor, but he was nursing a Lukewarm mug of coffee. Fresh noise filtered into the saloon and the barkeep found his attention d...
FOR LOVE “No one has to die here,” the blue-eyed young man said as he stepped forward out of the shadows under the sagging balcony of the abandoned saloon. You got that wrong kid, Jon Henry thought. Someone has to die; someone has to pay for what you did. He was mounted on sorrel gelding, to the left of Gabe Clements, slightly hunched over the pommel of his saddle. His hooded eyes scanned the deserted streets of the once prosperous town of Hope. The town had been founded on its na...
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