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Roylsden #293


"I dream of her. She haunts my room every night. Leastways, I think I was dreaming. She's there, eyes wild, bright with fear. I see her... but it's better now she's really dead. I won't see her anymore."
A roll of the dice. Cole slapped his palm down onto the floor. The crack startled everyone.
Except Lucy.
"Silly game you're playing, Sheriff. I could've shot you for less."
At last, a six! Sheriff Cole restrained a smile. The barrel of Lucy's pistol still pointed threateningly at his chest but the barrel of the Winchester above Clint's head trembled and swayed.

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