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[Everyone knows Conner Kent, the young piano player from the city. He came up a few years ago to live with his aunt and uncle, Jonathan and Martha Kent. He quickly got a job playing piano at the saloon, and he's one of their star attractions. He's playing a lovely piece right now, lively enough to dance, but not too obtrusive. When he's done, he grins into the communicator.]

I'll be taking requests for a little while if anyone wants to come on down to the saloon. We've got good drinks, too.


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[blackbladebitch.livejournal.com]

[Later in the afternoon, the saloon doors admit a tall man dressed in black from head to foot. His eyes are hidden behind smoked glasses, and long white hair streams out from beneath his hat. He carries a violin case. This is the cattle rustler known as Mr Zed, alias the White Coyote, famous for extraordinary brazenness and for having a penchant for the fiddle. He tips his hat to the ladies and nods to Conner.]

Fine playing, sir.

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[Conner nods back with a small smile.]

Thanks, Mr. Zed. I guess you're quite the expert, right?

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[blackbladebitch.livejournal.com]

An educated dilettante ... but I do enjoy it.

[He indicates his violin case.]

And in the event you desire a string accompaniment, you've only to ask.

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[He shrugs.]

You'd have to talk to Francis about that. I only play, I'm not in charge.