And I can hear the saloon doors banging together in the fresh breeze. Banging together like they are brushing their hands as the last Ol Gringo ventures out to the deserted street with flask in 1 hand and pockets full of CVI chips with no-one left to play!!
Destrier
All good I reckon...if only I could stop looking at the screen til Xmas....Doh!
a lonely tumbleweed rolled across my screen..., page-2
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