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"..fuckin hate Moriarty's.." the man thought to himself as he sat down in the empty bar. Everyone went to the Saloon due to the weather. This man simply didnt care. Rain or no rain,he wasnt going to Moriarty's again.

He set his rifle down next to him,pulled out a bottle of whiskey,and set that down as well. "Miss,can I please have something hot?" he asked and several minutes later,his food had arrived.

"Its gonna be a long,long trek..where to go,what to do?" he wondered as he ate silently listening to the rain and thunder around him.