Gun Smoke and Gunpowder

The scent of gunpowder hung heavy in the air, a familiar tang that spoke of danger and thrill. The dusty saloon was filled with the murmur of conversation, and every eye turned to the west end as a lone figure stumbled through. He was a roughneck with a piercing gaze, and his finger hovered on the handle of his revolver. This town had seen its s

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