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They haven't been in Galveston but a few days when Butch asks to meet with her. She's been looking for a moment to talk with him anyhow, so she heads down to the hotel saloon after the rest of the group has turned in, where there's naught but a handful of folk lingering, mostly drunks, and finds him at a table in the corner.
"Howdy."
She sits herself down opposite, watching the candle flicker between them.
"How y'doin'?"
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