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The story begins<br />
Some folks like a story to start with blood, right in the middle<br />
o’ things, so let’s begin on the day Gilmore Gammesson rode back<br />
into the town of Rockton, what was then called Rook, after a<br />
decade spent down in Texas making quite a disreputable name for<br />
hisself.<br />
Gammesson had become known as Mad Gilly Games, and<br />
since that was what they called him, then that was who he was.<br />
Mad Gilly rode back into the town of Rook on a day like any other,<br />
astride the legendary horse what Gilly called “Horse.” Though<br />
Gilly was older now, and dressed in the style of the Texicans of the<br />
time, it was not hard for the townsfolk to recognize the return of<br />
their golden child. “Gilly’s back! Gilly’s back!” was the loud<br />
whisper that traveled up and down the streets like a wild fire. The<br />
blaze burned a trail to the door of the sheriff’s office, and so<br />
Sheriff Jack “Bull” Evans stepped out into the middle of Main<br />
Street to see what set the flame.<br />
Bull Evans was a nasty feller, a former Pinkerton, monstrously<br />
tall, bald as an eagle, and with a scarred visage covered by a wellwaxed<br />
handlebar ʼstache. Evans had taken a dislike to Gilly even<br />
upon the first day Gilly arrived in Rook, an infant swaddled in a<br />
cavalry blanket. When he growed some, Gilly got hisself into a<br />
dustup with Evans that would require the boy’s hasty departure<br />
from the only home he’d ever known. Because when you blow the<br />
top of a sheriff’s skull clean off, even a dislikable cuss like that<br />
Bull Evans, you best be making tracks afore a posse of Pinkertons<br />
makes your departure from the world their sole and solemn<br />
purpose.<br />
And now all these years later, here they were again, face to<br />
face, despite the unlikelihood of such a reunion. Gilly rode up to<br />
face Evans.<br />
“Mad Gilly, get down off that horse. You’re under arrest,”<br />
said the sheriff.<br />
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