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Sunset, late October 1860. I stand at outside the bar on the corner of Carnwath's main street, leaning against a wall soaked with the rain that has not stopped for five days now. The two young men on the other side of the street are having a lively conversation. The tall redhead shows up his friend, as fast and as quick as if he were hitting an imaginary golf ball. I smile and think to myself, with my bruised and cracked hands, I am playing a completely different game.