— Taking down the dealer.
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San Diego, CA — Evening time.
Pushing through the doors to the bar was the stranger, whom was currently residing in California for the time being to keep his head low. However, keeping low didn’t seem to work. . . Now he’s got an agenda on his hands. And his arrival to this ━
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Damn he missed saying whom he was thankful for — for thanksgiving, granted it was only like one person and he doubted she wanted to see him right now for his constant disappearing acts.
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Is giving his revolver a deep cleaning, can’t be having it get jammed or dirty. Too many suckers may wound up living.
Tucking his revolver into his right holster, he’d approach @BREATHINGSPORES with a flask in his hand, handing her one as well.
“You’ve been doin’ great out there Ellie.” Spoke the rugged and tough gunslinger, not one to give out praise easily.
Day three at the bar, drinking away. It takes a lot to get him drunk, but he’s more than reached that point.
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Grabs another shot of moonshine and downs it, about 6 shots in. He was absolutely out of it, nearly slumped over on the bar table.
“Get me... another one, damn it!”
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