Meanwhile...
Eyes steely grey, The Man peered out of The Bank at the ring of police cars that encircled the building.
“Wagons...” he sighed, “But who're the Injuns?”
Sun high in the sky appley-pie hopes.
Loud speaker blast. “You in there... No one needs to get hurt. Come on out and give yourself up.... We have you surrounded... Etcetera.... Etcetera...”
It was 1pm
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An Evening of Wine, Cheese and Beauty
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