Smoke and Powder

The scent of gunpowder hung heavy in the air, a familiar aroma that spoke of danger and adrenaline. 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 roughneck with cold steel, and his hand rested on the handle of his revolver. This town had seen its share of tro

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