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Jacob Murray sat at the well-worn bar at the Longhorn Saloon. He felt like a new man. He closed his eyes and drank his third shot slowly letting it burn the back of his throat. The music from the tinny piano filtered between the sounds of men’s voices engaging in loud, laughing conversations. He opened his eyes noticing his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Hell, he looked like a new man. He was a new man.
After he and Clint had buried their father, Jake hit Clint up for his half of the estate. He wanted cash. Clint had been angrier than Jake had ever seen him. Had called him every name in the book. Jake didn’t care, he wanted out. Clint finally agreed to 1/2 on the dollar for Jake’s share, keeping Clint from having to liquidate all of this year’s cattle crop. That suited
