Whyte breathed in a gust of fresh air with pleasure. It was indeed a beautiful morning. The Gluk Sherrif's peace was suddenly broken up by a familiar voice. "Morning sir. Nothing to be getting on with yet, I assume?" It was Shaskee the Chronicler. The deputy sherrif and also the only other real authority of the town. "Mornin' yourself Shaskee. Not much goin' on. Just watchin' this beauty of a sun." Whyte said in his low voice. The Glukkon looked down at his Paramite friend Kelpy. She lightly barked at her master to rub her head again, which Whyte was more than happy to do. "Well Shaskee you old coot. Got any plans today?" Whyte was saying this as his marble yellow eyes were secretly scanning out a shady figure walking into the Salloon .....
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