Re: Marriot's Bar
Sammy waited a minute longer before reholstering her Glock and easing up from Stevie Ray's prone body. Two steps back from the angry man, she reached into another pocket for a fold of leather to open in the sheriff's direction. Now that the immediate danger was passed, she turned her head to see Tech moving.
"Hon?" she asked, using the word for an inquiry, /are we leaving?/
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