They're stalking up the street, faces hard and set in stone, trying to avoid the worst puddles and horse droppings. They're coming for me. I thought I could sneak out and grab a few quick snorts before they woke up. Reckon I stayed too long in this old saloon. Wall clock says 12:17 PM – Low Noon – and they're right outside: my old lady Ellie with her broom and my boy Big Josh with his baseball bat. They're marching through the swinging doors, and I'm caught red-handed with no place to run. Farewell, boys, 'cause I'm a goner – for sure!
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