It was a quarter to one when Tenkiller arrived at the Plaza Exchange, Oed’s own bazaar and mecca for deals… both legitimate and otherwise. The vendors were out and there was music and the stomach of street food and everything was vibrant colors.

Tenkiller leaned up against the wall of a nearby storefront. He was no longer in uniform; now he was dressed in blue jeans, brown boots, a Western-style red and white checked shirt… and a cowboy hat pulled low over his eyes to shield them from the bright Oed sun.

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