The mood in the bar had shifted from two days ago. All of the patrons kept their heads down. Their eyes hidden by their hats or hands clutching the handle of a gun
Give me a cowboy
The barkeep looked up suprised, "Well sure thing to tell the truth he doesn't get many customers but we don't judge here"
I meant the drink, the drink... Although... no never mind
"We don't have any milk" said Khush sliding the same dirty bottle of whiskey over to him
I'm not suprised
Flint raised the bottle as a toast to the prospector, his life cut short by not one but two people, he promised he would do his best to get vengeance
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