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speaking of
lame,
roane, I saw that
your horse threw a
shoe
today.
safety?
ha! over-
rated!
that explains
why your
cannoneer is a
one-armed man.
so says the
man yelling
like old
yell-er.
I wonder how
bravely you’d
bellow over
revolvers at
dawn?
find out,
pike!
I generally only
take seconds on
dessert!
name
your
seconds!
enough!
I
always said
your brain’s
gone soft
from book-
learning but
this
proves
it. you’re
unfit for
command.
nothing.
but it’s a
safety
issue.
I’ll have no more
insolence from
you,
you young
jackanapes.
later in his camp tent…
our
dragoons
meet at
dawn!
thanks for volunteering to
be my second in tomorrow’s
duel, sergeant masters.
but I must
hold
you
partly
responsible
for my
dilemma,
since you
loaned me
these tms.
keep
them.
the
best
way to
remember
pm steps
is to
stick
to the
books.
I shouldn’t have
challenged roane, but I
am weary of his mockery.
his cavalier
attitude has cost
us good men.
what do
you hope to
resolve by
this duel?
nothing!
roane will never admit
to his faults, and I will
not
apologize to that swaggering
poltroon for doing pm.
our mutual pride
forces us to
the field. make
arrangements for
my burial. roane
is known to be a
crack shot.
his
aim
may
be steady, but
his
weaponry
is
weak.
to date I’ve
not seen him
worm-and-
brush a single
bore.
true,
sergeant
masters…
but he has
natural
skill
with his
weapons…
while I have
proven
reliability
on my side.
I wonder,
which will
prevail?
thought
you’d want
to know.
what
are you
implying?
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