Owen had just finished cleaning up after the lunch crowd when she walked in. Short - at least next to him - and curvy, with light brown hair piled up on top of her head in a messy bun. Going by the tool belt round her waist, this must be Rain, the newest builder. Light, I hope that name is prophetic. He called out a greeting and she walked up to the bar. "Hi, I'm Rain, you sent a note inviting me to stop by the saloon for lunch? Well, at least, I assume it was you? You are Owen, aren't you?" "Yes, I am, and yes, I did, welcome to Sandrock," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "You've timed that well, want to take a seat and I'll bring some food over. Any preferences or allergies, or just happy to try the local specials?" "No allergies, and I'll eat about anything, so trying the local food would be good." "Get yourself settled, and I'll be over in five," he told her, handing her a bottle of san...
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