posted by Ace Jackalope at 8:00 PM
This is sad. It's as though a piece of my childhood has died. I've been through Two-guns several times. The last time I was there it was still bustling. My father took the family through there on our way home from Texas every other summer and before he passed away, was always wondering what had become of this small stop on the way. Now that he's gone, I know.
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