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  S  U  N  D  O  W  N         O n e   ( Brunner, or Brenner)     On that hot August afternoon, Scott Lancer didn’t really take the barkeeper of the Gold Nugget Saloon seriously when he mentioned the old prospector.  He probably should have.   -  -  -  -  -   Each gust of wind that blew under the batwing doors of the saloon brought a little bit of street dirt with it.  Brothers Johnny and Scott Lancer lazily watched as the dirt swirled inefficiently for a moment before gracefully falling into small mounds at various points on the floor.  This little play wasn’t particularly interesting, but the brothers didn’t want to engage with anything that was.  The weather was hot and dry and the saloon was a welcome watering hole for the two tired men after a long workday in the saddle.   In short orde...