"Not one bit, Flynn." Amy squinted, scrutinizing the person handing out the strange tonics. The man was racking in the cash, and after that performance, she worried he was about to drive everyone into bankruptcy. "Now that ain' right!" Amy said puffing and stomping away back to the cart. "I'm just happy Ma gave us some common sense." She fumed thinking about how something so unrighteous could pass muster with these hard working folks. It frustrated and flustered her to find that someone could ride of and make an easy living by putting some dye in water and shooting a gun. Feeling so angry, Amy forgot all about the mysterious bag and what she felt inside.
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