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It was a couple days before Anna could gather herself enough to return to the saloon. When she did, she had Clint by her side for support. The girls were very understanding as was Sam, the barkeep.

‘You just take your time, Anna. Me and the other girls can keep the place running till you are ready to return,’ Sam said.

‘That’s just it, Sam… I’m not sure I can come back. I mean, I might be able to serve drinks downstairs here, but I don’t think I can go back up there anymore,’ she said, looking up the staircase.

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