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A man sat on the side of the road, squatting on his haunches surrounded by various cloth bags and a mule fully loaded with nondescript crates and boxes.  Whipping back his majestic chestnut hair, Don lifted his chin towards the blaring oranges skies and took a deep breath.  After days of wandering in no man's land, he had finally found civilization.  Well, what passes for civilization these days.  A bunch of scared people, hiding themselves away in makeshift bungalows, pretending that they're safe.  That everything's gonna be OK.  A smile crept across Don's face.  How wrong they were.

There was no malice in Don's heart.  No malice, but the fact still stood: it pumped blood, just like any other man's.  And to keep his heart pumping, he was going to need fuel: food, slaves, companions, whatever to get him to the next day.  Letting the smile fade, Don stood up, taking the mule by the reigns and turning to his business partner.  

[color=0072bc]"Alright Donahue.  Looks like the info that water merchant gave us was good after all.  Motherfucker could have given us a better bottle though, I swear we lost half a gallon when the seal burst last night."[/color]

Turning to face the town, Don continued:
[color=0072bc]"Not much to look at, but they've been here a while.  They'll have what we need.  What're you thinking?  Go in with smiles?  Smash and grab?  Personally, I could go with a drink and a woman.  Not sure if I'll have better luck at the bar or the pig trough in a town like this, know what I'm saying?"[/color] 
Don cracked with a wink as he cheekily dug his elbow into Eddie's ribs.