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The Drifter saw a tailor shop. He stared at the locals. They saw the fresh gun smoke coming from the double barrelled gun, and they all screamed.
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He opened the brown double doors of the Saloon of Dead Men. The words engraved in the middle of the huge sign outside.
The sound of voices were heard.
The Drifter saw several men and women talking.
"Don't stop for my sake", the Drifter said. He put his guns back into his holster. Ten brown colored tables and chairs surrounded the Saloon; the scarred, brown colored bar was full of bullets; the black colored Grand Piano was to the right; to the left was a ladder that led to the bedrooms.
"No violence around here, Drifter", the Barman said.
"I didn't come here for death; I came to eat, drink, and sleep", the Drifter said, "...and to be alone", he added.
"Fine, 2 gold coins for everything", said the barman.
"Here's 10", the Drifter said.
"You're in room 2. First room to the left, down the hall", the barman said.
"Good. I'll have some stew, ale, and a key for the room after", the Drifter informed the barman, as he sat down on one of the spare brown colored stools, and rested his tired feet.
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The Saloon of Dead Men A Western
Tiểu thuyết Lịch sửIn 1853, a mysterious Drifter heads to a place where no men dare to travel. And, as he arrives, he brings death to those who threaten him. The new historical Western/Adventure novel by Robert Helliger, author of "The hook man only comes out at night...
