Gun Smoke and Gunpowder

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

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