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I play Merge Dragons.

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A random bullet fired from one of the departing outlaws, drew a bead in Phineas’ direction. Its path was straight but not enough to strike Phineas in a vital area. The bullet would leave a small scar as it tore through his flesh along his left jawline. The bone was enough to deflect the projectile, up and away into the wooden structure of the car. Finney’s head snapped away from the impact in reaction. He quickly felt warm blood oozing from the slight laceration along the left side of his face, as it trickled down his neck. He pulled a handkerchief from a pocket and pressed it against the wound. He dropped back into the seat behind him. He looked up at Mistikhoman. He tried to smile at the Cree man, but could only muster a placid look; signifying relief the attack was finally over.

Billy helped Taylor with Bobby in the Express car below. It appeared Sergio’s former partner had passed and there would be nothing to save the man. Billy stepped over the corpse of the Navajo man, Mistikhoman killed and walked into the passenger car. He saw the native Cree man in the aisle and Finney sitting in one of the seats holding a rag up to his face.

“What happen’ to you, kid?” Billy asked Finny.

Finny slowly turned his head to the side, recognizing Bill Kingsley. He sort of nodded to the man, struggling to get out a word. “Got hit,” he mumbled.

“Anything serious?”

“No,” Finney stated as he shook his head slowly from side to side.

“Did you kill anyone else?” Billy asked him as he took a seat behind and to the side of him.

Finney nodded his head up and down. “yes” The young man wasn’t happy about that and knew he needed to see a priest when they arrived in Odessa. His sins were egregious, and they troubled him desperately. He had killed two men. Maybe the law in the west would try to put him in jail?

“Don’t fret, kid. You make your peace with lord and you’ll be fine. Get a nice trophy out of it too.” Billy patted the kid from Boston on the shoulder, giving him a smile. Billy knew Phineas O'Connel would be fine. He just needed to keep an eye on him. "Why don't you pull out your scribblin' pad and write yo' story?

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Grogu is a fan favorite. Will everyone stop calling him Baby Yoda now?

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I have a T-shirt with an image of "Grogu" on the front.

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Phineas watched the fight in the car between the two natives. It was fascinated. His respect for Mistikhoman fortified by his bravery and durability. The man was beyond reproach. He would immortalize the Cree Indian in the tome he would someday write. When this event finishsed, he would scribble as many notes as he could remember including the feelings of terror that gripped him from moment to moment.

Misti entered the passenger car they had just exited. He watched him with the child, then glanced back at the dead Navajo. While staring at the corpse, Misti had reached his bow and loosed two arrows in the other direction. The second arrow garnered his attention. He drew his pistol as he rushed to Mistikhoman’s side. He ducked behind one of the seats, thrust his right arm out, aimed down the top of the barrel and squeezed off two rounds in rapid succession.

While Mistikhoman and Phineas were fighting in the car behind them, Taylor and Billy covered the distance on top of the express car quite rapidly. Billy saw Linch board the locomotive. He dropped to one knee, held his pistol out in front of him, cupping the firearm in his left while steadying his firing platform with direct contact between his elbow and knee. He aimed precisely at Linch and squeezed off a well-aimed shot from a moving vehicle. The projectile ricohcheted away from locomotive about one centimeter from Linch’s head. The man heard the whiz of the bullet alerting him to the men on the car. Billy quickly squeezed off another well aimed shot looking right at the man’s face. He felt he bullet would strike true.

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I'll jump in. I've been away for quite awhile. Dealing with an illness. hopefully, I can post tonight.

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I played the trumpet in my High school marching band.

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Finney became a bit squeamish at the idea of climbing over the top of a moving rail car. “Maybe we could just shoot the Indian Misti is fighting with?” He mumbled when William and Taylor spoke of the climb.

William looked at Finney, he grabbed him by the shoulder and spoke directly into his face, “one of these days, son, you are going to have to prove to someone you have a pair of balls between your legs. Quit being a Nancy and do something!”

“I could shoot that Indian,” Finney uttered again. “Then no one would have to climb over the rail car.”

“you really think you can hit him? You’ve been shooting a pistol for one week and you think you can do it without hitting Misti?” William was concerned for Finney, but knew the kid lacked confidence. “If your heart is not in it, stay on this platform.” William turned, climbing the ladder onto the roof of the Express car. He looked to see if anyone was going to join him.

He crouched low. Low enough to drag a hand along the top of the rail car. He had slung the Henry rifle over his body, as he didn’t want to drop it, but did draw his Colt .45, ready to use it against Bobby or Linch or whomever he might have to kill.

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I love salsa.