"Eh? I've never seen you around either but I'm not asking private questions" the rider said and with a swift movement, he took a step back and both of his revolver barrels pointed at the giant. The 5'8" man was tiny compared to the man standing at the door and it would appear to be a true David and Goliath scene.
"Step back, grizzly. I want to speak with your captain. Nice and slow now so I don't have to waste bullets trying to find a vital organ in there" he said and cocked back the hammers, forcing him back. After he got the door closed after himself, the stranger unloaded the revolvers and holstered them with a spin around his index fingers. With a hand still on the grip of one of his revolvers, he peeked through a window and gave a sigh.
"Sorry about that. I need to keep an intimidating front so my enemies won't catch me off guard. Hesitation on their part is my only friend" he said and looked around.
"Now where's that captain of yours?"
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"Either we, as a society, decide that copyright is the greater value to society, and take active steps to give up private communications as a concept. Either that, or we decide that the ability to communicate in private, without constant monitoring by authorities, has the greater value - in which case copyright will have to give way. My choice is clear."
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