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Club: Storytellers' Saloon

Collection : lyttlejoe's Busted Gulch

Subject : Wild - west / Collab

Date of Submission : June 2016 .

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Chapter137

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And so, Stannbear and Crazygoose went to the mine;

And on the way to Doc Vale's, Lean kept wond'ring what they would find.

Her knife without a doubt, but what else?


Shortly after, her eyes were caught

By a map of some sort

And a thick, red cross beneath "Destiny".

Meanwhile, 3Gun was searching another room.

Time flew by, and it got afternoon.


As they gathered, Lean sat on Charlie's former bed,

securing her weapon, along with some papers.

She clearly avoided looking into his face

As she said: "I found a trace."

3Gun nodded and showed her a package.

Lean gasped: "Cocopops?!"


They rode back together,

The silence worse than ever.

"He's still mad at me because of the hammock disaster,"

Lean thought. But he didn't blame her.




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