One western bad man stumbled into a saloon on a dark, cold, blustery night.
“I got somebody after me” he told the bartender, “Can you help me?”
“Don’t know” was the laconic reply “Who’s after ya?”
“Port Rockwell” said the desperado.
“Well then, I can help ya” the bartender grinned, “I can notify your next of kin”.
Stolen from the site: The Great American Desert.
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