The Devil's Journal - Day 25

Roll Players

I don’t think my body can make any more tears… at least not my own. I stay occupied by workin on my gunslinging with the farm boys by day, and getting more snakes than a mongoose by night. I sent scouts out from Dulltown to survey the area surrounding sorebellow where the robbery took place. My informant tossed some coin around and found some loose-lipped ne’er-do-wells there that referenced a small man covered in scales, and a jittery fellow who came riding in on a stagecoach. As luck would have it, a half a day later, one my boys caught sight of a firefight at a place called “Lameduck pond, where the scaly one met his demise. My informant tracked the jittery one and a clunky friend of his back to a small town called Doodad. When I heard the news that we found the bastards, I knew it was time to do my part... Or should I say, “Play My Part?” I spent much of my childhood learning Shakespeare’s “Hamlet” and it’s time for a new character to make her debut: Doodad, prepare to meet, Lady Danes.

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