I tied my horse to a tree and got off. I slammed my cowboy boots on the ground and walked through the swinging doors of the town bar. Inside, many middle-aged men were drinking beer and cigars. I sat down and lit a cigar while waiting for my beer to arrive. Many of the men were laughing loudly and some were arm wrestling. My head was down and my cowboy hat was covering my face as I smoked my cigar. Most of the guys in this bar were running from the sheriff. Then you walked in.
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