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The crooked sign read:
WELCOME TO AGUA CALIENTE
NOW GO HOME
"So that's it. The border town of Agua Caliente."
"Looks just like a morgue."
"And it could be one so easily."
"They don't like strangers?"
"They don't like anybody!"
And with that, the Mafia rode into the Border Village of Agua Caliente. In a town like this, there was always the potential to become rich... or become dead. The Mafia liked the sound of that.
"MADRE DE DIOS!"
The saloonkeeper, Voltgloss, suddenly charged out through his swinging doors to the village square. Curious onlookers peeped at him from windows.
"Run! Run for your lives! The MAFIA has come to Agua Caliente! How do I know? Look! Look what someone made at the breakfast statio"BANG
A shot rang out and Voltgloss fell dead, a bullet hole between his eyes. No one could tell from whence the shot came. But as people filed out into the square and saw the shattered plate that fell from Voltgloss's hand, they understood why this was the Mafia's work.
This was no set of Agua Caliente-special pancakes on the plate, like every native inhabitant made almost religiously every morning. No. This breakfast was clearly that of a nefarious outsider.
For Voltgloss had died holding...
A FISTFUL OF WAFFLES.
Day 1 Start!!
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