Two-Tooth Jake whistles out a laugh as he rocks his chair back on two legs. He's sitting on the front porch of the saloon and grinning. "Wheee-HEEE, I sawr it!" He emphatically nods and then spits a stream of tobacco on to the porch. "D'aray was settin' down the porch a ways with that purty lil gal a his when that barber showed up. Tee-HEEE!" His breath whistles through the spaces where his two front teeth used to be. "They talked all nice-like, but that barber fella had some blood on his cheek. Musta cut hisself shavin', though I dunno why he'd be shavin' that late in the day. Anyhoot, that Philly gal went ta help the barber wipe off his face and he hauled off and kissed her! Wheeeeee-HAW! I seen it, I seen it! Right smack in front a D'aray." He pauses to spit again, rocking on the two back legs of his chair. "Wot happened? Well, whatya think, ya idjit! D'aray rared back and hit the man, that's wot! Naw, naw. Just once. That lil gal a his called him off and the barber didn't even try to hit back." *snort* "Next time, I wanna see enuff of a scrap ta bet on!"
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