graniteharbor502
Regular
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joined Apr 2016
"– TJ, is that really you?!" graniteharbor502 blurted out.
"– With my head and my beard (though it isn't quite as well-groomed as it once was) –" TJ replied, stepping forward into the light.
"– Honestly, I thought I’d never see such a level-headed rodeo rider again, not since back in '88 when you snatched that gold medal right from under my nose at the Cowboy Olympics in Austin, only for you to vanish without a trace ever since." graniteharbor502 felt the tension drain from his face, replaced by a sudden, wide smile.
"– Well, paint me red and call me a sunset, it really is my old pal TJ!" he exclaimed, pulling his hand away from his holster. The rest of the group just stood there, exchanging confused glances.
"– It would be only right that we grab a drink in honor of the good old days –" graniteharbor502 suggested as he moved toward TJ, and together, the whole group began making their way toward the saloon.
"– So, what brings you all to this neck of the woods anyway? And what's with all this frantic rushing about?" graniteharbor502 asked as they reached the entrance of the saloon.
(continue with TJ and the crew)