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Coyote is sitting at a table in the bar, clothes streaked with mud and soot. There is more caked under her fingernails, and smudged on her face and in her hair.
The metal rivets in her jeans and eyelets in her boots are still steaming slightly.
She is staring at a newspaper with an expression torn between disbelief and perplexity.
It's definitely time for beer.
The metal rivets in her jeans and eyelets in her boots are still steaming slightly.
She is staring at a newspaper with an expression torn between disbelief and perplexity.
It's definitely time for beer.