Write the next part of the continuing Accyweb Story.
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The sun was burning on the hot, dusty street as Miss Kitty emerged from the fish market. She stared around ... where had everyone gone? Accy was deserted. Only one figure came into sight, walking slowly, spurs jingling, hands hovering over his 6-shooters. It was Marshall Rindy.
From a shop doorway came the sound of Jambutty's voice. He was singing and playing a guitar,
"Do not forsake me, oh my darlin'."
This was followed by the twang of breaking guitar strings and a loud wail of, "Shurrup!"
Rindy heard a sound and looking to his left he saw it was ..............