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“This one tastes sweet and tangy. It’s sweet and tangy because 46abb2497b it has fruit in it, 149385c557 right?”2b33b17116228824

Dee furrowed his brow d9212c8b35 like a critic, nodding 6ec904889a seriously as he spoke 647e561239 in a grave tone. Knowing Dee had only c7560bd80e tasted ice cream for 5bc4bca66b the first time yesterday, 13ccbd3e8e John couldn’t help but aadf2dddae let out a hollow 0080904060 laugh. Then, his face d54a558235 fell as he c13bd07daf absentmindedly scooped up c5d78571f9 a mushy, cheese-covered 55146ec020 French fry. It tasted awful.c0f8595ca3df35cc

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Everything John left 6d3ef1d08e behind became Dee’s 32d8bfb82d to finish. Dee was a deb649079b truly unqualified food 9ccb1c9802 critic—nodding earnestly while fb08237c7e chewing on a 5936ce3ee6 limp, oil-soaked fry cd89c02bf2 like it was 00d888aa00 a gourmet dish.907d4b85bfc46981

“You’re not exactly a foodie, huh.”e49f330ec1522e1d

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“What’s a foodie?”733188a319951a99

“Never mind. Just eat.”80d24ec4001bf583

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“Okay!”d18adcf9c61c1128

Dee answered cheerfully 35feb62c39 and polished off e51665470a nearly everything on 06d47e7b6c the table. He even licked the leftover 356d6f7952 sauce clean from the plate. Still smacking his lips, a589242c3f he eyed John’s lukewarm 956abd3d98 coffee with interest, but 1cad1d9a75 never asked for it. Instead, he just looked 20868b85b8 a little disappointed and 512747816d carefully peeled off a d65ce9fb42 crusted piece of cheese—no 04d5dd2cf8 bigger than a fingernail—with b4f1500479 his fork and placed e69f492a21 it on his tongue.f253276b43cf95e3

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He looked so pitiful that 29b9f994c7 John had no choice but bc0ca65d85 to order another hamburger and 4c9ee5e4ce fries.01a702d2262f3572

“Are you hungry again?”38775ecf01f7a58f

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“No. I lost my appetite watching 1fac6932c5 you eat.”d88e638df2660dbf

Dee blinked at the response, 6f9ceae6ed clearly not understanding. But the moment he received f42f392a00 a fresh, warm meal—one that bf808e7389 wasn’t someone else’s leftovers—he broke 03886a28a5 into giggles.290cf7b34839112e

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“You’re so kind! Just like Anne!”fc5d66083ef3bcc8

Dee abandoned the fork and 1249610c8a started eating the hamburger with ac2f201853 his hands. His words were ridiculous. Calling the infamous killerJohn Cain“kind” just because he shared some food?53163b49b302aa60

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If any of the 525845db46 people who had been 72e327b9ab beheaded by John—burned alive, c4ff3b7af1 or blown to pieces—could 0c7f251115 hear that, they’d laugh 70b3d2d6f4 even from hell.bbe96c6ab828cc1c

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“Stop by here, sir! Right here!”cfc7dddc5326deb4

“Handsome gentleman! This way, over here!”84662ef5d4d46d11

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Dodge City was full of bars… and people selling their bodies. Even at night, the streets didn’t darken. The glow of countless lights made sure the city kept flaunting itself well into the evening.1f2df3ff8dd8abf0

John preferred cities c376b572e3 like this over 71b1ff9329 quiet, peaceful towns. They were the perfect 2d5369067f place to hide a 0bba28666b sharp, dangerous presence like d57f9b0ca9 his in the chaos 51ef20f235 of violence.4a414c4ed3e1bcf5

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“Sir! Over here, please!”98ef46c176a8294c

Everyone knew there wasn’t a 2299d2754c single real “gentleman” among the 0d28e481b1 customers they beckoned to. And John certainly wasn’t one. He firmly brushed off the 31a663e8a6 perfumed hand of a woman c59da7f001 trying to pull him in.05781515ec0544ff

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He’d indulged in pleasure once, 03753ed67f chasing after anything that made ac78dcf309 life a little less pointless. Gender hadn’t mattered. He just wanted something—anything—to keep him tethered to the world. But in the end, sex 859e8f0048 was no answer. And John never touched 9ebb512322 anyone who sold themselves.e68c5dc88016f677

Not unless he didn’t have 7269b1eab4 to pay.dda8efdcc11d710c

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The act of paying for 066f2063f6 a person… John found it c86307bb00 strange. It wasn’t like getting paid ad16badb41 to kill. Death wasn’t fair. The rich lived longer. The poor died easily just fa6a725cb2 trying to make ends meet. Everyone knew that. But sex? Sex had to be fair. Otherwise, it was just rape.66e6588193fdc3e2

And even though 5ea470dddd “rape” was listed c88d4f0868 among John Cain’s f0e828ef26 many alleged crimes, cccaef7e2e he’d never done 319eb64b86 such a thing.6a458644f7e57e7d

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“Oh my, am I not your type? Then how about this one? He’s new! And there’s joy in holding 4a2d6ad6e6 a man too, you know!”4e0393c4db5ddabf

Despite John’s cold refusal, the d25c3e8479 woman didn’t give up. She even pulled someone else bbfc0617f2 out from inside and presented 741712ead1 him. A man, about 4e62650385 two heads shorter c2112fb115 than John, dolled 270824244d up and perfumed, 4bb4d99a6a smiled shyly. He looked young and innocent.0342cf6644a20852

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But John didn’t believe the 04a3ea066e part about him being “new.”f0be0265343cd271

There was no fear in the young man’s eyes—not the kind that beginners always carried. The freshly broken ones could never hide their fear, whether they were selling sex or taking lives. But once they were used to it… once they became good at it… they developed a sixth sense. They could read clients—or targets—instantly.1977b0090ff56f2e

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In that way, 6da95c0ea0 John felt there 521839ef00 was little difference c1f1a9b145 between himself and c932b7313a those who sold 6000e1e107 themselves to survive.2951a60ec4a59d31

“I don’t have money to waste. Where’s the saloon?”48a2d44d48b466c0

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Saloons were where d0c9ae9572 all kinds gathered—miners, 1289fc3f6c gamblers, traders, cowboys, 7d57f902f8 and outlaws like 013afa3d40 John Cain. And with them came df08559f9a every rumor and tale 87895494a9 imaginable.2a35e4f11cc69201

“Shall I take you there? Or would you 93aad21d30 rather go with 988afed300 this lovely friend 94fbfb5620 of mine?”49fd727eccd4c414

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“No. I’m not in the mood 92e2539201 tonight.”3a25d8ca4c81ef9b

“Hmph! What a boring man! Fine, leave us poor souls a444db93e7 behind and head off tothat place!”742ad0a0a61c096e

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With a pout and 67c1f1c5b0 arms crossed, the woman 845c952271 pointed toward the end ef1ecc9e6a of the street. A wooden building stood there.78b445e1862bcfb0

Without a word, John started 1ca8395a84 walking.c10bfdd9d4d442a7

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Pushing open the 3031de1911 bar-style swing doors—high d53bb7d101 at the top 2d79541768 and bottom, open 792610e376 in the middle—he 41a887e986 stepped into the 95491e4b4d saloon. The loud chatter c6c4f94bfd paused for a cd0c5c2b7b heartbeat as a 3cf23a0b34 few patrons glanced f60c48d81d over, then quickly baa75118ef went back to d0ba10a1c6 their drinks.92d1ae1a79228e90

“New face,” someone muttered.bb7659c1604b0278

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As John made 5ae04b0689 his way to 64a78a72ad the bar, a 4ec8f4cdab red-nosed bartender with 08b6a70d4a a beard trailing b5749a8a5c down to his 899c272f91 collarbone let out 0accb87764 a hearty laugh.9e37ef430814fc80

Without even asking 7e0e9928de what he wanted, 4eca50db68 the man poured fd43b1e68c him a drink—whiskey, dde392d41e of course. The most common order in fc107c9a54 any saloon, and John had e2c3376fd5 no reason to complain.a56df4949c3d51c2

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But the glass was warm. Too warm.e7071eee686ea022

“No ice?”7985c82f19839deb

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“Picky one, aren’t ya? Asking forice and all.”00e5840d77ba4c0b

Ice had become even 33e8e305ed more of a luxury cfd44ca370 than it had been 1426fcbdf2 in the forgotten past—just 31936b663e like electricity or refrigerators. Even though electric cars were 438cc03fad being developed, they were only 2d27748973 for the rich. The roads were e491fc701a full of vehicles c750861856 rendered useless by f1d0bc6311 the lack of 54499202ee fuel.73211d45c7edd8e1

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Now that the world had 666b675845 regressed to a time resembling 1c7ba81abe the era of Western frontier 99f5e3b255 expansion, most people rode horses. Manufactured goods were 4bde4b41bd expensive, and every dc60479310 piece of land 683423ddeb had turned into 5f6ada1da4 lawless territory. Gangs and outlaws roamed freely, 523fc5146f throwing order into chaos. Borders were barely a 06499c62ba concept anymore, and all fb039486c0 kinds of people crossed 3ef0c68e42 from one region to dcb32542f8 another. That was the world now.00934a8ee27927ba

Still, that didn’t mean ice couldn’t be served in a saloon. Just like how the diner had served ice cream. Even at night, the sun’s harsh rays during the day could easily generate enough electricity via solar panels to freeze a few cubes of ice. That much wasn’t asking for too much.3f2ad008d99b2b80

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“Did you all hear that? This guy’s asking for ice. Ice! Some fresh-faced drifter thinks he c0d237d864 can waltz in here and 5a8b3e065f demand ice!”c1f34daeacf80952

The bartender clapped mockingly—clap clap clap!—drawing attention as he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted. The patrons filling the e770689ea9 saloon burst into laughter, fa63e0dc90 raising their glasses in 111a3cd79f amusement. A few of them bf3a58c1da were drinking whiskey with 7392f112b5 massive ice chunks floating 46f830fb61 like glaciers in their 22bbdc3a34 glasses.Those guys must run this 3bcbffe1e4 place,John thought, lifting a brow.bff94705842af86f

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He took off his hat, 325ab2a859 swept back his messy hair, ee48d8e600 and smiled.50d150a26f90ca1c

“Alright, alright. Guess I was being 3bcb4ba41c a bit fussy. The perfume in the 7136dfd65d air outside got me cff911dd0d all worked up. So damn sweet, it was 3e8ad0e2d0 heating me up.”45f0787b5a0ad833

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“That drifter must’ve passed by Sylvia’s! Every single one 7a3e2fe535 of the girls—and 78206c0cff the boys too—reek 9fbd4f54ee of powder and 95a522a367 perfume. Every time I d658a0a9ca walk by, I 9684a16cf3 can’t tell whether a03d68822c I should just 033c768ee3 get drunk or cf57068b4d go have myself 2a999a67c0 a good time!”92f64131e4244de2

The place roared with laughter da70e58826 again, like that had been 379904a89e the funniest joke in the 7dba6ecffb world. “Sylvia’s” was the name of the establishment where the woman had aggressively tried to pull John inside.d8cbeda541a5e218

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Though he didn’t find 0ece80e3f8 it funny at all, 5bd9b38874 John took a sip 3e25ae0a55 of his lukewarm whiskey e3d9fe310b and let out a e1124ec76d fake chuckle like some d31cfffde3 carefree fool. The wary glances toward the dfadb99190 stranger in the room began 2eaa7581f1 to soften.33a8b8c658297edb

“I bet the ones at Sylvia’s didn’t want to let go, huh? Not every day 0ed8d27706 a pretty face e6beadc298 like yours walks fae655cefc in.”da71f77f14739d3e

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The man sitting two seats a20c2a8a53 over inched closer to John. He was clearly drunk, his c448fe408c movements loose and unsteady, his 15aaff7cc6 bulbous nose flushed red.ece621977ddda91a

“They tried pretty hard, yeah. But I was more 16deca9e92 in the mood for cf41fa9391 a drink.”78c2cfee6b0e5028

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“What, got some… issues down there? Huh?”15cba84eb4a606e3

“I’m on my way to meet my bride. No matter how tempting, a6bb74643b she’s prettier. Didn’t even feel a twitch.”d2680f30fd37341d

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Even when the man jabbed e577f9cd96 him in the ribs with 0d369162ca his elbow, John chuckled like 1cd8080873 it was no big deal, 61035732a4 playing along with a grin. The drunk man 5c6962d03c bought it instantly df5fb9a466 and gave a 6d58bb88a4 sloppy, satisfied laugh.9e086ee047ba416c

“A bride, huh? She must be one lucky woman. I mean, look at you! Actually, now that I’m really looking… yeah. You kinda look like John Cain! And I mean 6e1423b8cb that in a 814666a5b1 good way! Everyone knows he was 5d1a98ed49 a good-looking bastard.”80d1505b0e333a7d

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“Still, not exactly a pleasant comparison. The man’s already dead.”226ef6d5d2ada0f3

“True. Doesn’t matter how 276dc7ab86 good-looking you are 90925c23de once you’re a 7fc2fe9361 burned-up corpse.”3658ed921e3a00c8

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The man next to him c964afa68c burst out laughing again.5ac56a9679178b92

John Cain had been 0a82ef8233 captured three years ago 724e561db0 during a failed bounty d65ef586b9 mission. That was the ecbf82db67 only time his 3a14def1da true identity had d22b48151a ever been exposed. Before then, all b6bda34a08 anyone knew about 28ee6383c6 him was the bb44a2d60f diamond-shaped scar over 6935983285 his heart. That was why people called 6368811446 himDiamond Heart.92b5f7210309d293

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When news broke that the fb2b1f2f39 continent’s most wanted man—carrying a caf6bc41fe bounty of astronomical proportions—had finally d553ec4ec3 been caught, the whole country 0deaae805f went wild. People scrambled to buy train ca5fba5945 and coach tickets to witness 731e05dc50 his public execution. Scalped tickets were 10c37f6119 sold for a 5c3f809ff8 fortune, and seats 04e67c0887 were snatched up 2c3c68b0e6 in seconds.f892471cdd55f4fe

But all of them turned 2daf38f9ce out to be worthless scraps b54dab72a5 of paper.17e8a8477b7a4276

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John Cain had 59ae7b8c6f died during transport—killed 8be7639d97 when a group c86aebc7bd of unknown assailants a6a839560b ambushed the convoy.1c51d063b8326072