Gun Smoke and Gunpowder

The scent of tobacco smoke hung heavy in the air, a familiar aroma that spoke of danger and excitement. The dusty saloon was filled with the murmur of whispers, and every eye turned to the west end as a lone figure sauntered up. He was a weathered man with eyes that glinted, and his grip tightened on the handle of his revolver. This town had see

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