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A very dissapointed, accepted his defeat for the time being and walked over to the corner of the room and sat on the floor. There, he removed his pistol from his holster and the pouch from his side, laying each on the floor quietly.
Using the dimmed light from the fire, the gunman began to disassemble his gun, wiping each piece down with an cloth. Once he had completed this task, he ran a swab down the barrel and each chamber of the cylinder. Enzeru worked at these tasks for a good hour before reassembling his gun and putting it back in his holster.
Leaning back against the wall, Enzeru began to drift off to sleep, but was awakened seconds later by some unknown force. The gunman stood and walked over to the window, looking over the valley in front of him that was bathed in shadow.
Nothing....
Enzeru walked back to his corner and sat down, but this time did not lean back to go to sleep. He lay awake, with gun in hand, thumbing the trigger, as the feeling that something was closing in on them grew.
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