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Alan pushed the door to Will's Farmhouse open and glanced around, sizing up the cross-section of the town's population on display. Satisfied, he stepped across the threshold.
At the table closest to the door, he handed his rifle over to Harry Stern. Harry was the first to fall silent, but only by a nose. A rifle in Stern hands was foreign enough to shock the room into quiet, wary attention.
Alan proceeded to the center of the room. "I just shot the Carson boy. Somebody needs to see justice is served."
Harry jumped, nearly dropping the rifle.
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So ... who wants me to finish this story?
At the table closest to the door, he handed his rifle over to Harry Stern. Harry was the first to fall silent, but only by a nose. A rifle in Stern hands was foreign enough to shock the room into quiet, wary attention.
Alan proceeded to the center of the room. "I just shot the Carson boy. Somebody needs to see justice is served."
Harry jumped, nearly dropping the rifle.
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So ... who wants me to finish this story?