Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25146201-20131018033943/@comment-11457306-20131023023700

(Rider checked the load in her 45, then spun the cylinder to the empty slot.  She slid the gun back in her holster and rocked back in the chair, propping her feet up on the rail.  She wished Fishy would say for certain when he had to go.  It was just about time to turn in for the night.)