High Plains Cara Van Man
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Scene:
The hanging doors are flung open...
The pianist in the corner stops playing...
The local yokels playing poker at the table stop and look up...
The madam and her girls stop giggling and touting for business...
A hush descends on the saloon.
Silhouetted against the setting sun is a lone figure...
A balding figure....
Hands itching over his pistols...
Menacing.
And that's when the fight started...
The hanging doors are flung open...
The pianist in the corner stops playing...
The local yokels playing poker at the table stop and look up...
The madam and her girls stop giggling and touting for business...
A hush descends on the saloon.
Silhouetted against the setting sun is a lone figure...
A balding figure....
Hands itching over his pistols...
Menacing.
And that's when the fight started...
DrTre said:
Scene:
The hanging doors are flung open...
The pianist in the corner stops playing...
The local yokels playing poker at the table stop and look up...
The madam and her girls stop giggling and touting for business...
A hush descends on the saloon.
Silhouetted against the setting sun is a lone figure...
A balding figure....
Hands itching over his pistols...
Menacing.
And that's whenthe fight started bod walks in...
The hanging doors are flung open...
The pianist in the corner stops playing...
The local yokels playing poker at the table stop and look up...
The madam and her girls stop giggling and touting for business...
A hush descends on the saloon.
Silhouetted against the setting sun is a lone figure...
A balding figure....
Hands itching over his pistols...
Menacing.
And that's when
sleep envy said:
DrTre said:
Scene:
The hanging doors are flung open...
The pianist in the corner stops playing...
The local yokels playing poker at the table stop and look up...
The madam and her girls stop giggling and touting for business...
A hush descends on the saloon.
Silhouetted against the setting sun is a lone figure...
A balding figure....
Hands itching over his pistols...
Menacing.
And that's whenthe fight started bod walks in...
The hanging doors are flung open...
The pianist in the corner stops playing...
The local yokels playing poker at the table stop and look up...
The madam and her girls stop giggling and touting for business...
A hush descends on the saloon.
Silhouetted against the setting sun is a lone figure...
A balding figure....
Hands itching over his pistols...
Menacing.
And that's when
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