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[u][b][color=darkorange]Chisholm Trail or Thereabouts[/color][/b][/u]
[b][center]Constantin LeBlanc[/center][/b]
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Constantin´s response to Johns complains was to just spat out, as he walked pat him, throwing him an cold glare, with his two dark icy eyes. [b]"Gardez votre bouche anglaise fermée, ou je vous souille..."[/b] His voice suddenly stopped, as the mercenary looked over to the bushes. [b]"Merde..."[/b] A second spat followed, as he raised his rifle, before nodding towards it. Pushing the carriage driver aside, LeBlanc moved towards the bodies, his rifle still aimed at them. [b]"Kaufman, Anglais! Over here!"[/b] His head turned to the driver. "Get back into the carriage! You two..." He turned to John and Kaufman, his rifle still aimed at the bodies. [b]"Do what you have to do with these damn bodies, and then lets get the hell out of here! What ever killed these may still be around..." [/b]

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[i]French translation: "Keep your english mouth shut, or i defile you"
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