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I am impressed with the city, it is cleaner than New England. I had at one time roamed east when the borders first opened up almost twenty years ago. I was just coming into understanding my wolf. Long before I met Jimmy Straights and his gang of baboons. They were way more advanced than the Middle Western posts, but it's all dark and smoky there, and the smell, well you know it's bad if I complain. You choke on the gases they burn to run everything. The trees are all gone and everywhere are people. Towns and homes on top of each other. I got out of there fast. Here in California there are people and homes scattered around with shops and other sorts, but the air is clear. The wind turbines and the solar panels keep sure of that. I'm sure I can find work out here. Make enough to keep the girls happy and they could both simply be still. It's a nice dream, but I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna get anything like that from either of them. It's a pipe dream, but it's a nice thought.
So I go to the police station which takes me through to the middle of the city. I leave my guns out on my horse which I have to leave in the company of an officer, after showin' identification and announcin’ that I'm lookin' to relocate and need the papers to register in the city limits. Seems a decent reason and gets me through the doors. I get the papers just because, am informed that I need a permit to carry a concealed weapon, but if I wear them in the open I am fine, so I adjust my knife and holsters before nonchalantly lookin' over the bounty board. No Danny, or Violet. But there starin' me in the face is Jimmy Straights.
Bastard is wreaking havoc around here too. I shake my head and leave the station with my papers. When I get back to the officer and my horse I find that they are not alone. Violet I recognize immediately, but Danny looks so different. Her hair is pulled back into a toppling of waves and shines like copper without the old hat on her head. Her top is cut wide and low. The corset she wears pushes her small breasts up into a lovely bit of cleavage just out the top of the shirt. She has on a pair of dark brown leather pants that hug her thighs and a new pair of matching leather boots. She wears just the lightest touch of dark pink lipstick. She smiles at me and I trip coming to them. Even the officer laughs at me, and I sit on the ground stunned by how gorgeous the two of them look. I can’t wait to get close to them again. Although they make a quick point of telling me I need a shower before that can happen. They couldn't have been more right, but that doesn’t stop me from stealing a kiss here and there on the way back to the White Narwhale.