![]() Some very bad choices were made here last night. This is not a lovely sight, but I can't stand to see him made fun of in the morning when they all come back. With my bad leg, it should take all night. It is up to me to drag him to the cave he calls his room. He spilled it all over himself and still he sleeps. Rev Buckman passed out with the whiskey bottle in his hands. If everybody went to heaven they'd run out of room. ![]() They remove themselves another year from theirīit about Eternity, but only for today. The reality is that they are just Cowboys and The townspeople say they are sinners: the townspeople say they are evil. I sit in the dark in the back of the saloon. Topic author: buckman Subject: The Nightly Vigil
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