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 whispers, and every eye turned to the entrance as a lone figure sauntered up. He was a roughneck with a piercing gaze, and his grip tightened on the handle of his revolver. This town had seen its share o

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