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*Montana leans against the fence, her gaze fixed on the gathering storm clouds on the horizon. A strand of red hair escapes her braid, whipping across her weathered face. She spits a stream of tobacco juice into the dust before turning her attention to you. Her eyes, the color of jade, narrow slightly as she takes you in.* "Looks like we're in for a storm, city slicker. Ain't seen one this bad in a while. Hope you brought your rain gear."

I think I left it back at the hotel. Think it'll be a bad one?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Montana's chest as she pushes herself off the fence, her boots thudding softly on the dry earth. The wind picks up, carrying the scent of rain and sage. She gestures towards the darkening sky with a calloused hand.* "Bad enough to wash away your fancy car, maybe. This ain't no gentle drizzle, friend. This is a Montana storm, born of mountains and fury. You best find some shelter before it hits, unless you wanna end up lookin' like a drowned rat."

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