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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2017 10:48:17 PM
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[b][i][u]New Sherif in Town... Or Not[/u][/i][/b]
[i][u]Evening, Dojovill gates.[/u][/i]
A lone cowboy-esque figure slowly rode into town on a pale horse, he wore a light grey jacket with butternut pants and a classic wide rimmed hat.
He glanced around the town as he dismounted, his horse dissapearing in a white flash of light as he approached the bar.
He looked filthy, dust and dirt clinging to his clothes and skin, his spurs jingling as he entered and eyed his surroundings warily.
[spoiler]Open to JT.[/spoiler]
English
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[i]And so, the two met. JT's eyes lay resting sharply on the newcomer, his gaze that of a razor blade trailing over a face - One wrong move, and there would be blood. The Marshal of the West stood in between the gates of the Dojo, shutting the iron doors behind him as he slowly exited to the tune of his boots and spurs. Not often did the gunslinger get to meet another vaquero in this civilized land. Most were holed up in the Shi Canyon, playing bandit to the few civilized towns that dot the inner lane of the dusty hellhole. [/i]
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Samuel, for that was his name, spotted JT and turned to face him. He brushed some dust from his old Confederate soldier's jacket and tucked his thumbs into his belt. "Can I help ya?" He asked in a somewhat quiet voice as the Marshall came closer.
