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Occupied with his third beer and a cigarette, Morgan didn't notice Jenny until she was right beside him. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the whiskey. Damn, must be a pretty rough day for her if she was taking shots at noon. Or maybe she just liked her liquor. Lots of people did, himself included.

She was, as usual, armed to the teeth, which he didn't blame her for. There was no law against being armed in town, and since trouble started brewing in Splitcreek there were plenty of people who went around with a pistol in their belt, just in case. "Howdy, Jenny," he replied, tipping the brim of his hat. He didn't smile, but Morgan didn't smile very often. It wasn't that he was unhappy, just that he didn't much see the point in big silly grins and unnecessary pleasantries. If he was conceived as rude, so be it. "Not so far as I can tell. Town's pretty quiet, for once. Sure would be nice if it would stay that way," he said, mostly to himself.