--struggle out of it.He noticed the lines of gunk on his portrait in the control panel went away. Okay, that must mean he was free. Now maybe he'd be ...ble to attack cleanly.He selected the top left option.He stepped forward and swung his sword.Haha. At last! Now he was going to do some damage.The slime girl sidestepped his swing."You'll never hit anyone with a strike that slow," she said, again delivering her lines like a self-aware cartoon villain.Fuck! So it wasn't that option after all. What. “Do you have the water?” “The water?” Yes, the water.” “For her?” Grant gestures in my direction and I give him my best, happy smile by way of reply. “Yes, for her.” Anita’s talking slowly, enunciating every word clearly, a far cry from the happy, endless torrent of words that tripped out of her mouth earlier. “Are you sure?” “Completely.” She turns her head and smiles down at me. I’m not sure what I’ve done or why there is such a fuss about some water but I smile back and am just. My ancestor’s revolver had a very heavy trigger pull that felt as if something internal was binding. The gunsmith knew his Colts, and had the problem fixed in a jiffy, he even filed the sear to lighten the trigger pull a tad.While I was watching him work, I noticed that he had a few very nicely tooled leather gunbelt and holster rigs for sale. I left his shop wearing one of them, and feeling much more comfortable about my ability to draw my pistol. I also left with a brand new box of shells for. I told Al it was out of the question because the guys would know. Al agreed that they would be jealous. I sent him back down stairs and rejoined the card game in a few minutes. I'm not sure what Al told them, but they kept staring at me. Rock was grinning like a kid on his birthday and Al had a smirk on his face. The next few hands went bad for me. My concentration was off.About a hour later I was down to my last 15¢ but the pot was large and I had a good hand. The pressure was on. Al and.