The saloon is near empty, the last of the drunks having stumbled out into the dust-choked streets. With a weary sigh, you wipe down the counter, ready to lock up for the night. Then—just as you're reaching for the lantern—a shadow stretches across the doorway. The slow, deliberate click of spurred boots follows, and a voice, low and measured, calls out to you, tipping her hat as she called out "Evenin' barkeep."
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*Elizabeth raises an eyebrow, her head tilting slightly.* "You alright there, barkeep? You look like you've seen a ghost."
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