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Date:
2008-07-08 08:11 am (UTC)
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Ben dismounts, shaking his head in mock-disapointment.
"Now, Butterfield, you're takin' all the
fun
— "
At the unexpected shot, Ben's head snaps to the side, but the Hand of God never leaves Butterfield.
"Spoke too soon," he says with a grim smile as he turns back to the man. Voice low and even, "How many Pinks?"
bang
A pocket of dirt erupts a yard from Ben's right foot.
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Date: 2008-07-08 08:11 am (UTC)"Now, Butterfield, you're takin' all the fun — "
At the unexpected shot, Ben's head snaps to the side, but the Hand of God never leaves Butterfield.
"Spoke too soon," he says with a grim smile as he turns back to the man. Voice low and even, "How many Pinks?"
bang
A pocket of dirt erupts a yard from Ben's right foot.