Terrick looked up at the sound of the rude, gravelly voice addressing him. He raised an eyebrow. "Damn right I'm sorry...sorry to see your sorry ass in my town again!" He exclaimed, then burst out laughing. He reached out and took Burton's gnarly hand. "When the hell did you get here?" He said. "I thought you were off chasing criminal skirts back east." Terrick looked his friend up and down, nodding his head as he did so. Presently he shook his head and chuckled. "What a dandy fellow you are...don't those fine britches split in the crotch every time you sit in the saddle?" He slapped his friend on the shoulder. "Beer and eggs?" He asked. "Come on...I'm buying."<br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--expandable bbCodeBlock--quote js-expandWatch" data-attributes="" data-quote="BeauteousDeath" data-source="">
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			Katherine sighed as she sat back in her seat and looked at her sister, listening to the rant... again.  She picked up her cup of coffee and sipped from it, waiting for Trish to finish.  When she finally did, Katherine continued to look at her, "Its because of these men that we have been able to have the life we have.  If we can find that they are, indeed, alive, then we should find them, and thank them, as insufficient as it may be," she replied in her typically patient voice.  She knew it would most likely aggravate her twin instead of calming her.  Which only further exacerbate the situation, at least on Trish's side.  Kate had made her mind up, having said that.  It meant her decision was carved in stone and she wasn't planning on giving up until every route was exhausted or they find the men were dead.<br/>
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She stood from the table, having finished her breakfast and picked up her small satchel.  She tied it around her wrist as she looked at her sister again, "If you'll excuse me, I have some searching to do, you are, of course, more than welcome to join me, Trish," she said.  Then she turned, and with the swishing of fabric she walked out of the bed and breakfast and started her current morning ritual.  Something she mentally called, The Hunt.  She felt it humorous, and ridiculous considering who it was she searched for, and that would be why she never said it allowed.  <br/>
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'The Hunt', really only entailed her stopping random people and asking them if they ever seen men with a tattoo or a scar.  So far, all have said, "No."  She had even given a description of said scar and tattoo, where each were placed, how it was on different men, what the tattoo looked like, so on and so forth, everything she could remember.  Sadly, it wasn't enough.  Apparently.  Unbeknownst to Katherine however, a couple of boys who recognized the descriptions, though they told her "No, ma'am, we ain't seen no body with that," they ran off in search of those two men, Vincent and Terrick.  <br/>
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Once they found them, they would let them know that two young women were searching for them.
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