It was a beautiful summer morning, the sun's rays were just barely peaking out over the hills. The air wasn't as dry as usual, although the dust still blew through the air.
The Saloon was being preped to open for the day, even though the saloon itself did not open until twelve thirty. Tables were being cleaned, floors being dusted, and the kitchen was being prepped. The young man who owned the place, whistled as he cleaned, wiping the sweat from his brow. Owning a place like this by himself was challenging, and the amount of stress he was constantly put under was extrodinary. After the place was to be cleaned, the next job he would have to do was begin to set up the drinks. Those he had to wait until just before the saloon actually opened to grab- if he were to open them any sooner than eleven, they would be warm by the time the first patrons began to stagger in through the door. As Tarrence cleaned, his whistles echoed off of the empty walls, making their way all through the kitchen and restrooms. The only other sounds that could be heard were the slight clicking of his shoes against the wooden panels of the floor. Once the sun was at the right point in the sky, Tarrence began to go down into the cellar. It was a long walk, that always made Tarrence lose his breath, it would make anybody lose their breath. One mile was a long way down, but it was the only place where the air was cold and damp enough to make everything chilled. Tarrence's father had dug for years, not stopping until he could finally reach the place that caused goosebumps to appear up and down this arms. There he built a cellar, a cellar that would lead him to success- even to becoming one of the richest men in the West. The only person he had ever planned to show to or give he cellar to was Tarrence. His young boy, the only other man that woud ever step foot in this deep cellar, that held more secrets than just a few cases of beer.
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November 2018
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