It was the dead of night and I was riding in a wagon to an unknown location in the woods with someone I had met about an hour ago. All because I really need some money…

I spent my last money on a drink that I sipped while thinking about how I should have stayed out of this place and never picked up cards in my life. The saloon was as busy as ever late in the evening and an indistinct loud chatter filled the entire floor. People smoking and drinking. Some about to fight, some downed, already losers in past fight

He didn't say anything at first, but I felt like having a chat with someone. I inquired about where he was from because to me he didn’t look like a local. I’d never seen him before. He put down his glass and told me his name was George. I asked if he was from here. He signed "no". "Somerton." George said in a dry tone.

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