Clint walks out of the bar. He's headed for the range, though the briefcase slung over his arm obviously holds his bow, if you know what you're looking at.
Still, her red hair catches his eye. He looks back, and he smiles, changing course.
"Nadine!" He calls, when he's within her hearing distance.
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Still, her red hair catches his eye. He looks back, and he smiles, changing course.
"Nadine!" He calls, when he's within her hearing distance.
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