[ Goodsprings was a nice place; Snake had traveled over there a few times when looking for work, though usually to no avail. One man had hired someone to watch his Bighorners at night, but that was about it. The pay was meager and Snake didn't really expect more than that. Now he rarely visited Goodsprings, mostly sticking to Primm.
Once they grew nearer to Sloan, the old soldier started to adjust his weight as he walked, becoming more mindful of his steps, part of his mind wondering why the hell he was doing this. It was like being paid to die... but he couldn't die. Not yet. If they could take the Deathclaws out from a distance, then it should be okay. ]
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Once they grew nearer to Sloan, the old soldier started to adjust his weight as he walked, becoming more mindful of his steps, part of his mind wondering why the hell he was doing this. It was like being paid to die... but he couldn't die. Not yet. If they could take the Deathclaws out from a distance, then it should be okay. ]