Gun Smoke and Gunpowder

The scent of cordite hung heavy in the air, a familiar tang that spoke of danger and thrill. The dusty saloon was filled with the murmur of whispers, and every eye turned to the doorway as a lone figure sauntered up. 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 viol

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