Gun Smoke and Gunpowder

The scent of cordite hung heavy in the air, a familiar tang that spoke of danger and adrenaline. The dusty saloon was filled with the murmur of conversation, and every eye turned to the west end as a lone figure rode in. He was a weathered man with cold steel, and his grip tightened on the handle of his revolver. This town had seen its share of

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