dan leaned against a wine rack, one of his revolvers still pointing directly at hell's forehead, but in a more relaxed unnoticible way. "ive heard about you. a few 'colleagues' of mine tell me your one sombitch. all you look for is trouble, but instead you recieve fear." he spit in the spitoon below him.
(Where is Dix?)
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Dix sat on a chair with a bead of sweat hanging from his jaw. He fingered his peacemaker with his right hand and clentched a coin in his left. "I don't like it... not one damn bit." He looked up from the corner table seat and cursed. "Another bounty. Only this guy is more dangerous than those darn ferals!" He stood up and walked towards the bar. The bar owner noticed and made a quick exit. Dixon checked his ammo and guessed this physco would take about seventeen shots just to subdue. The WANTED poster asked for him to be ALIVE and offered a $10,000 reward. BY THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH it said. He had thought it a simple joke.
"Yo' Dix. Damn nations are in there!"
Dix looked to the voice, no-one. "King ov Hell! Ha! What are you?!" Dix walked into the backroom, gun raised at him. "I just found myself a nice bounty. Wanna me rich?! Dark Lord?"