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The door opens to admit a trail-weary outlaw with a layer of burnt red dust clinging to his faded clothes.
It's obvious that he hasn't bathed in awhile, but the outlaw doesn't seem to give a damn -- which is the plain and simply truth. He doesn't. He's got more important things to worry about at the moment.
(The rifle he's carrying needs to be cleaned; his jeans need to be mended; his bag needs to be repacked with more food and supplies.
And he needs a drink.)
Lucky for him, he walks into Milliways after a several month (for him, anyway) absence, and heads straight for the bar.
She's got a whiskey, double, neat waiting.
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It's obvious that he hasn't bathed in awhile, but the outlaw doesn't seem to give a damn -- which is the plain and simply truth. He doesn't. He's got more important things to worry about at the moment.
(The rifle he's carrying needs to be cleaned; his jeans need to be mended; his bag needs to be repacked with more food and supplies.
And he needs a drink.)
Lucky for him, he walks into Milliways after a several month (for him, anyway) absence, and heads straight for the bar.
She's got a whiskey, double, neat waiting.
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