Verdant Basin Locked and Loaded

the preacherman came to town.

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evenin' miss. his voice was hushed and gruff, like it strained his throat to speak. his smile crack-of-dawn winsome. got room for 'nother?

he'd made sure he was seen, coming down into the basin. first it was cool water on a hot day that drew him in. now, well...

his tail swung like a pendulum. he kept himself a good distance from the pale woman ( now at a second glance, somewhat less appealing ). the smile persisted.