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| Things were starting to look nasty, I went for my gun |
| There was a letter on the table, addressed to the Websonito brothers. It was from Russell Gogniti: "Pucko Meurte's comin to fix the Yorkie deal, i've given him the best room in the hotel, anythin he wants you give him ya hear?. You screw this up and you're Websinito, Websonitis" I made my way to the bar to grab a cold one, all this shooting was thirsty business. |
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| When I got there I could hear Pucko talking. I readied myself, checked my equipment. Everything was in place, i'd have to be fast, the stories about Pucko Muerte were that he could shoot you dead before you'd even realized he was there. A real Graham Dove, a spook story told to keep the goons in line. |