deadwood
3:17 p.m.
oh, sheriff...
what can we do when a handsome stranger rides into town?
everything is bigger now.
do we try to piss on what we consider our territory?
what if we don't get a chance too often?
that's the kind of guy who maybe beat us up on the playground, or at least threatened to.
but we know why he was so angry, don't we?
he says he's on our side now, but...i dunno.
he can have all those pretty boy-whores above the saloon, i don't care.
just give me a chance to get what i want.
still.
maybe the deputy can observe the fucked-up disfunctional dynamic i cling to.
triad good, quad bad.
i came close to drawing a line, but the wind blew in and i reconsidered.
call me a fool.
let's see what happens next.
- M.