After cleaning out a dirty cell, you head over to the saloon. The spurs on your boots click and jangle with every step. In the saloon are singer women and dancing ladies, man drunk and gambling, same as always. You sit at the bar, making friendly conversation with the barkeep. That's when it all happens. You hear gunfire outside, near the bank. Everybody rushes outside, chattering with surprise. You dart outside and see Bill the Killer and Jane Sly riding off. They get away. You continue...
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