Chapter 2: Enter the Banjo (Pt I) You panic! Your fingers, having sensed there is nothing there to hold onto or grab at, curl in disappointment and start to shake. It’s bad enough that it’s already the time of day –or night- by which you have already knocked down a couple- or a few. Now, you are completely unarmed, on top of it all. Free of weapons in unknown territory, but not at all free of worries. What if they decide to ambush you… NOW! What if they are behind it all! You could lose yourself on that tangent, but the painted lady in front of you does not leave you much room for it. The frame of her lips widens from side to side in what she probably hopes is a welcoming smile – it is so wide that you can’t help but think it’s almost sardonic- and beckons to you to step further into the cantina. Satisfied that your holsters are empty, she drops the hand holding the sign to the side of her hips- the sign dangling loosely from her hand- and she extends the arm that was
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