A rather large, awkward man shambled into the One Way Thru Saloon, sidled over to the bar and addressed Cock Eye Baer, the mixer. His voice was so low that Cock Eye leaned to hear and then asked for repetition of the nearly voiceless words. “Oh, yeh!” The bartender grinned fatly. “The question now is, gent, how big a bottle?”…
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