Everyone needed a skill to survive this town. You had to be able to shoot a fly off a steer's backside front a hundred yards, or be able to take a shot point blank and keep on ticking, or something in-between. This place was rough, unforgiving, and cruel.
But even then, it wasn't always enough, as you could end up trapped between two enemies, by design or just by accident.
As for me, well, I managed to leverage a rarely used skill to survive.
Seriously, never underestimate the ability to make and keep friends in any sort of hostile environment.
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