The park, morning

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Listening to the radio broadcast had done nothing to improve Tex' mood. The town was still in disarray and no one was stepping up to take control and bring order. No one except for that weasel with too big ears and she really didn't trust him. He'd probably screw her over with weapon taxes if he could. As a freelancer she'd learned that the only person to trust was herself, so maybe it was time for her to step in.