A lone gunslinger stops in a seedy town, saving a wealthy mugging victim.
The midday sun beat down upon the arid desert of the town, a handful of people were walking throughout. Pearl had been riding for a few days, in order to get to the nearest city, but the intense heat of the last few days began to affect Pearl, as well as Renegade, her chestnut mare. The two began to show signs of dehydration and weariness, so Pearl decided to take a quick detour to a nearby town. Riding down the middle of town, she knew that this was no place for a well-known bounty hunter like herself to lay her head. But she needed water, desperately. She stopped by the local saloon and hitched Renegade near the trough of water nearby. Brushing some of the sand and dirt of the horse’s mane, Pearl walked inside. Immediately, she was hit with the overbearing scent of unwashed cowboys and alcohol, as well as the plucking of piano keys near the back.
I wrote this a while ago but never posted it, but I really liked the concept, so I hope you enjoy
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