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18. Everyone Was Gone
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“What the hell do you mean?!” Dodge roared, his oak green eyes flaring into a emerald whiskey in the light of the golden sun that had started to hide behind the horizon, people of all kinds still busied themselves in the streets of Dodge City, and Mateo watched the scene in front of him unfold with wide eyes; his cheeks pinched pink from the sourness of his last few pieces of lemon candy.
Thomas didn’t reply, fixing his spectacles, and returning his gaze elsewhere; together they stood outside the saloon, not knowing that Ruby watched from afar in curiosity while she went about her business, and only a few people stared at the Reaper when they passed.
“Where is she?!” Mateo’s heart plummeted to his boot clad feet as Dodge yelled again and rushed forward so quickly it was a blur, grabbing
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