Deadwood - High Noon

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The barroom fell silent as Clint and Logan Walker walked out of the chilly Arizona night and into the brightly lit saloon. Barely hesitating at the treshold, the two cowboys ignored the staring patrons and strolled on in. Clint sat down at a nearby table, his back to the wall. Meanwhile, Logan sauntered over the bar. As Logan strode over to the table, a grizzled cowpoke thrust his leg out into his path:"Where d'ya think yer goin' boy?". Logan ignored him and carefully tossed the bottle and glasses one at a time to Clint, who caught them neatly. -"You deaf", rasped the man. "I said, where d'ya think yer goin'". The cowpoke reached for his gun, but before he could draw he was staring down Logan's Colt .45.

Suddenly a shotgun blast shattered the air. He was surrounded by angry men all of their guns levelied at him, but none of their guns were smoking. The shot had come from above. Clint spotted the gunman on the balcone and smiled inwardly. Undisturbed Clint poured himself a shot of whiskey, and then filled the other two glasses. "La Cuidad de Oro, mean anything to you" The gunman said ...... .

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