Bearclaw Valley a chalice of pastel blood

Earp chuckled.
Yeah, what a smooth talker. He thought of Merrick as being rather sleazy, like a car salesman that looked like he'd rip you off then beat the shit out of you if you complained or tried to get a refund.
Earp wouldn't try his luck.

"Well, use dat charisma on 'im." 
Earp returned the laugh with a grin.
But that was what they were hunting for it seemed. Perhaps Merrick would hold it up for all of Ursus so feast upon. Gift the tail to his lovely mute wife, or as a chew toy for those children he could smell.
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