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... d exhilaration. He cracked his knuckles, the air around him vibrating as his rifle shimmered again, twisting into a sleek, jet-black revolver with glowing red etchings. "Ya damn screwed up, boy," he growled, rolling his shoulders.
Kevin didn’t back down. His golden aura flared hotter, the ground beneath him darkening from the heat. "Oh yeah? Then come prove it."
Boothill obliged. In a blink, he was gone—a blur of motion too fast to track. March barely had time to register what ha ...
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