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Message 588 DATE/TIME: 02/13/89 17:11
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From : JOHNNY DAGGER -- RECEIVED --
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To : SHADOW DANCER
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Subject: Late one night...
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Folder : A, "Abstract Artists"
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As I lean against the bar my brain starts turning thoughts over
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slowly. Where can I possibly begin to tell the tale that has lead me
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leading this life; a life of danger and death, a life of wandering
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and unwantedness, a life that I'm not sure if I want to live much
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longer..
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"Well ma'am, it began many years ago in a small town named
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Mansfield. It was a boring rumorsome place, the kind of town where
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the women can be found on any corner gossipping, and the men proudly
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dueling each other to their deaths... just to prove that they were
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REAL men. It was a life I couldn't agree with, much less join in.
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So I backed away from their style and enjoyed myself the best I
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could. Then Dawn Carroll came along... Literally the leader of the
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town. She dated the top gunslinger (a ego filled man named Jeff) and
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was the prettest lady for miles. She pulled me up and helped me
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adapt to the life in that small burg, a place I had despised from the
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start. But then Jeff sniffed in, got worried for his woman.. Afraid
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a man like me could steal her away from him. That's when the trouble
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began.." Rolling, rolling the words came out, just as though it was
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the first time I told the story. Odd, the ring seemed to be glowing
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stronger then before. Shadow Dancer stood quietly next to me,
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looking deep into my eyes, searching for truth, knowing she would
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find it. I reached for the strong drink, drained it as I continued
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my tale with tears forming in my eyes....
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"Dawn tried to tell Jeff that we were just good friends, but he
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wouldn't believe it.. Soon all his friends would tease him, telling
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him he couldn't control his woman. And it only made Jeff madder. So
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he began taking it out on Dawn. I knew that I was ruining her
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relationship, but then I realized that's what I wanted from the
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start...I wanted her to be mine." Sighing, I relived each painful
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memory over in my mind. Strangly, it seemed as if it was all
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happening again. "I though and I thought, weighing all the points
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while Jeff and his "real" men continued to harass me. Finally, I
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decided to give it all for her. To make her happy I would have to
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leave. That day as I packed my bag, Jeff stormed into my room and
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challenged me to one of his duels. As I tried to explain he became
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only more furious, pushing and hitting. I lost my control and told
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him to meet me in the street in ten minutes... Off he went to prepare
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himself for the revenge he believed in. As for me, I knew then it
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was the beginning of the end..."
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"As I walked down the stairs and out into the street I noticed that
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no one was around. The whole town had disappeared, obviously
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watching from some safe spot, for my blood to run into the ground. I
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stepped into the street seeing him just down 'aways, hands on his
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guns. For once in this town I stood tall, faced him and
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waited.........But then she appeared. Dawn ran out of nowhere..
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Running to me. 'Noooo.. Dawn, nooo!' I yelled, but I was too late. I
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heard the gun fire and saw Dawn, her brown eyes deep and beautiful go
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cold, as she fell to the ground dead." As tears slowly went down my
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tear, I saw Dawn fall again in my mind, and felt the same loss again
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in my heart...but strange, the ring was hot and glowing strongly 'i
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will have to check that ring later' I thought...
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"At the moment she hit the ground I fired, and fired and fired,
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and kept firing as my weapon clicked uselessly. Jeff fell with tears
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running down his face, his body broken to match his heart.. He had
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killed the woman we loved.. I decided then to leave. Without anything
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but the clothes on my back and my gun in my holster.. I vowed to
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never love again, to travel endlessly.... For where I had been
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beaten in life, Jeff beat me in death.. HE was with her.... And so I
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rode out of town, alone, this time not just in my mind. From there I
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went from town to town, learning, fighting and living.. The three
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gunmen that shot me... they were sore poker players... I had taken
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all their money and they wanted it back.. I guess I couldn't make it."
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Wait, this woman made me remember, i thought. Or maybe it was the
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ring... But she looked at me with care in her eye ready to
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speak......but I waved them away. This was not the place for that
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kind of words.... Turning slowly towards the door, I regreted it
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immeaditely, making myself alone again. As I walked out the swinging
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doors and into the dark I thought, 'not here, i can't leave this
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town.. there is something here for me'.....Oddly enough the ring
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seemed to squeeze my hand in reassurance............
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Msg # 588 [13..634] ? -
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Message 567 DATE/TIME: 04/11/99 17:07
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From : SHADOW DANCER -- RECEIVED --
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To : JOHNNY DAGGER
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Subject: Late one night...
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Folder : A, "Abstract Artists"
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Slowly I approached the bar wondering if I should get too
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close to a man that entered the bar blood stained and dying, only to
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disappear and reappear healed and changed.
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"Hello stranger, I'll buy you a drink, If you tell me who you
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are and what you're doin' in our town," I said.
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He looks at me as if he doesn't know what to say. After
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staring at me for a few minutes he stammers, "I would ma'am if I
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could remember myself."
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"You mean you don't even know what happened when you were
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lying on the floor of the bar?"
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"I'm afraid not."
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I take a long look at this stranger who says his name is
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Johnny Dagger, taking in his new leather clothes, his guns and his
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air of confusion. For some reason I believe him.
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"Ok Johnny, or whatever your name is, I'll have to accept
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that for now, but if you cause any trouble for anyone in here, We
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won't have any problems with throwing you back out in the desert
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where you wondered in from." Turning towards Igor, I look at the
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bartender in a way to say that the stranger is alright...for now.
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"Igor, pour the man a drink." After taking our drinks, I
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again begin to wonder if I am being as stupid and as gullible as I
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used to be. If this man has a killer following him for reasons he
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won't say, the whole town could be in trouble because of me.
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"Johnny tell me everything you remember. My trust isn't
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easily given, so be warned don't ruin that trust. Or you'll have
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more than one gunman after you..."
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Msg # 567 [13..634] ? -
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Message 553 DATE/TIME: 04/11/99 09:34
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From : JOHNNY DAGGER -- RECEIVED --
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To : JOHNNY DAGGER
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Subject: Late one night...
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Folder : A, "Abstract Artists"
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As I limped over to the bar I noticed the people of Westside were
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eyeing me warily. Well, I would too if some stranger fell in my bar,
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disappeared and then came back in full health. "What is it about
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this town," I thought to myself. "I get this funny feeling that it's
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right for me to be hear, and yet I have no idea how I got here." If
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only I could remember through the haze, to the time after I fell from
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the horse. "Oh well, I guess I'll remember later," I mused..
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Msg # 553 [13..634] ? -
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Message 502 DATE/TIME: 03/03/93 22:27
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From : JOHNNY DAGGER -- RECEIVED --
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To : DOC BROWN
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Subject: Late one night...
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Folder : A, "Abstract Artists"
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As Johnny heard the hoofsteps beat off into the distance, his vision
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wavered and everything turned black.......
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"Where am I?" I mumbled as i stepped in the inky darkness.
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Looking down I noticed my clothes were not my own, but fine black
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leather, clean and well-fit. As I examined myself I noticed the
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gunshot wound I recieved had healed leaving only a small round scar
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two inches above the knee. I tested the leg and felt little pain,
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but it seemed to cause a slight limp. "Hmmm.. Now how do I get out
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of this place," I wondered......... Looking around, I noticed a
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ring, hanging in mid-air! As i reached for it I fell. down farther
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and farther... Once again I flet reality slipping away... the
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darkeness closing in..
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"Where am I?" Johnny mumbled as he lifted his head off the
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floor. The entire bar stared at Johnny as one particluarly big man
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walked over to him and questioned, "Boy, I don' know who you are or
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what ya just did, but disapearin' just ain't regular in these parts.
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Now who are you and where did you come from?"
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Carefully Johnny pushed himself off the floor and began to speak,
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"I was ridin' through a dust storm when all of a sudden three riders
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appeared. I shot the first two, but the third got away. He must'a
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turned around as he rode off, cause I felt a pain in my right leg, the
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horse jumped, and the last thing I remember was hittin' the ground.
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That seemed to be a few days ago, and the blood kept comin' but I
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finally saw this town and thought it was my last chance... From there
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on, you know the rest..."
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"What," the big man repeated, "is your name, you long winded
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cowhide!!??"
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"Johnny. Johnny Dagger." I replied. It was then that I first
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noticed the ring pulsing on my finger. The same ring from the dream.
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And the clothes were the same too. But no one seemed to
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notice.......
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"Well, ya better watch yourself. No more tricks, or out of town
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you'll go. GOT IT??!!" the man rumbled..
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"Just a tricky kind of guy I guess," I answered. "Now anybody
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want to buy a stranger a drink," I asked as I limped to the bar.......
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cc: Johnny Dagger
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Msg # 502 [13..634] ? -
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Message 500 DATE/TIME: 03/03/93 20:57
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From : DOC BROWN -- RECEIVED --
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To : JOHNNY DAGGER
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Subject: Late one night...
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Folder : A, "Abstract Artists"
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"Doc Brown bounded over the bar table in a Herculean leap, and landed
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squarely on both feet in front of the dazed Johnny Dagger."
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'I'M HERE! Dispell your worries... the DOC has ARRIVED!!' he exclaimed.
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"Johnny Dagger looked up, confused and disoriented, and saw four
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Dr.Browns weaving back and forth over his bloodied body."
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'Doc.... Doc.... I have to tell you this...' Johnny moaned.
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'What, son? Are you a Gunfighter?' Doc paused, and sighed. 'We've
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got plenty of those about the town.'
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'No, Doc. It's just that -I don't have health insurance.'
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'Oh. I see.' Doc slowly shook his head. Then he looked up-
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'I hear sickness and disease spreading across the land! Ah, duty
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calls, and I must be off! Someone find a Nurse for this man-'
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...and with a gigantic leap, Doc burst out of the Saloon and into the
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street and onto his horse, off to see new (& paying) patients."
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++ AMA be damned, they condone me anyway! ++
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Dr. Brown!!!
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Msg # 500 [13..634] ? -
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Message 496 DATE/TIME: 03/03/93 20:13
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From : JOHNNY DAGGER
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To : ALL
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Subject: Late one night...
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Folder : A, "Abstract Artists"
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It had been a quiet evening in the saloon; the cards played slow and
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the drinks fast. Suddenly the swinging doors burst open as a man
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fell through them... straight to the floor. His black shiny hair
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covered in dirt, his cloths covered with dust caused a small cloud to
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rise and settle around him on the floor. Slowly he raised his head,
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his black eyes glittering in pain, "help.." he murmered, and his head
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slammed back to the floor. A small puddle of blood appeared to his
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right seemingly flowing from his leg as a cry was raised, "Where's
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Doc Brown"...............
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cc: Johnny Dagger
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