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Flash in the Pan – Cantina

“Can’t take you nowheres. Wake up.”

“Wha…?” The big lug raises crusted eyes beneath white blond brows.

“You smell…throw up.”

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Head drifting and chin dipping, Stubbs’s forehead smacks the table again.

The Navajo scout shoves his hat back. “Gringos—too emotional.” He strides to the well and douses his friend with a spittoon-full of water.

Nothing; nobody watches; nobody cares.

Without warning the blond lurches upward like a zombie.

“Hey man, we gotta get you outta here. You can’t show your face in this cantina again.”

“What happened?”

“Can’t say, or you’ll murder somebody.”

“W-ho?”

The scout squints, and grins.

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