[i]"Not a problem," JT said, downing the last of his own mug. He needed the alcohol for his enjoyment and any food would provide the grease for his augments, and that was all he needed. He looked over the fruits of his efforts - the happy, safe people - and stood up. Walking out the door, he silently left Lizzie and made his way out of the town.
That was his job, that of a Marshal. Come in, help, and don't stay too long after. [/i]
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