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And he didn't want to tell Josie anymore lies today.
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He didn't want to run into anyone at all,
Going to the stables, seemed the right call.
It was likely Bella and Ron would have turned in for the night.
And right now, he was quite the sight.
At the stables, he could clean up,
Around his eye had started to swell,
And from it, he couldn't see well.
But Jake could take a hit. After all, he'd gotten used to it.
Jake made his way out the back door of the hotel.
He passed an old man on the stairwell.
He looked at Jake with disgust on his face.
Sallie had been right about the folks of this place, thinking he was just a no-good drunk always looking for a fight. Maybe tonight, he'd prove them all right.
His head still hurt, his balance off too, as Jake made his way past the school, but what caught his eye was the saloon.
He could really use a drink. Perhaps it would help him think. Just one to numb the pain his head, then he'd clean up, and get to bed.
Petra was counting on him.
He couldn't be late or leave her in the lurch again.
He got a few side-eyed looks as he entered the room.
But dirty, bloody men were not an uncommon sight in the saloon.
Jacob took a stool by the bar and put some money down, waited for the bartender to come around.
"Whiskey. Make it a double if you'd please."
"I don't want any trouble tonight. If it's trouble you're after mister, take your business elsewhere alright?"
"I don't want no trouble. I just came here to drink."
The barkeep eyed him a bit longer until he sat the glass down with a clink.
