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[cowboycrap]

Both groups that turned over their outlaws were paid the handsome sticker price. The Sheriff was disconcerted about the missing bounty, but it appears so long as they have Martin they're not too worried about the straggler. You must have been tired after the long day yesterday, so hopefully you've rested up and taken advantage of the hotel rooms and actual beds. By the time morning rolls around, a steady stream of people are heading to the court house for the town meeting. Check it out Y/N?

The bounties are still secured in the jail. They are heavily guarded, or as much as they can be in a town with such divided resources.

[Mission: town hall meeting before you depart from westworld anyone?]

Comments

[recurred]

[starts backing away]

The I....I . . F. International Inspection Force.

[that sounds fancy enough]

Keeping everyone up to code. You know. Regulations. Stuff and ...things.

[nod or two in there like she knows what she's talking about]

We'll mail you your gold star. Excuse me.

[legs it]

[cowboycrap]

[he's gonna get a gold star!]

[breathes on his nails and rubs them against his shirt. you go buck]

[cowboycrap]

[billy bob clocks him over the head in the background as she runs off]

[recurred]

[holy shit clara thank god you got the dense one]

[now to go off looking for lost cardboard in a town so small]