<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>In front of Jason's en route to The Rusty Spur Saloon<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- April 15th 2006 10:10pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Blair<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Well the best place for that is the Rusty Spur, its a ways out but it is a lot of fun, I don't think I've taken you that way before. You been?" Jason asked as he slid into the cab and turned the truck on. A song immediately played out of the CD player (http://grooveshark.com/s/When+She+Begins/4zLPfG?src=5), Clint reached forward and turned it down. "I think you will like it." He added as he put his truck into gear and turned onto the streets. The Rusty Spur was on the outskirts of the city in the opposite direction of Phils a little over an hour away. Clint did not go to it very often because of the distance but it was a good bar.<br/><br/>It was the type of place that had peanut shells on the floor, live music all the time and beer from back home. It was like a sanctuary, a place for Clint to go when he was feeling home sick or wanted to watch the Cowboys game without being given shit for not being a 49's fan. "I think you would look kinda hot with a pair of boots on, not the ones you have...real cow girl boots." Clint said as they drove, keeping the conversation playful and easy going like any other time they were together.<br/><br/><em>(We can fast forward through the drive as much as you'd like)</em>