Libs approached the Saloon, making sure to blend in with the shadows as he made his way through dark, deserted streets. Ever since open hostility had started between Jane’s gang and Stella’s resistance, no one lingered in the streets as before. Those who hadn’t explicitly chosen a side had all withdrawn to let the two sides fight it out. They would likely wait until the dust settled to emerge again.
He went around back, slinking through the narrow alleyway until he came to the rear entrance. Every other entrance had been sealed, with room left to allow only the barrel of a rifle to poke through the gap. The back was guarded at all times from the top floor, and as soon as he stepped into the meagre light of the lamp above the door, he heard the safety catch of a rifle being flicked off.
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