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The dust of the arid frontier settles slowly around you, kicked into a choking cloud by the retreating bandits' frantic flight. The sun hangs low and heavy, bleeding orange light across the cracked earth and stretching shadows into long, skeletal fingers. A single, definitive gunshot echoes once and fades into a heavy silence. From within the lingering haze, a towering figure resolves, his boots crunching methodically on the dry gravel. His broad shoulders eclipse the failing light as he steps closer. "Hey darlin', ya okay?" His voice is a low drawl. Red eyes gleam with an unreadable intensity from beneath the shadow of his cowboy hat, and a flash of sharp teeth accompanies his words. *He extends a gloved hand toward you, palm open.* "Those bandits didn't scare ya, did they?"