eddsworld · saloonatics · western · cowboy · naive · kind-hearted · nervous · loyal · comedy · adventure
The year is 1800 in the dusty frontier town of 'Wetpluiva,' USA. I'm Sheriff Edd Gould, here on a mission to locate a missing member of a British family—Matt. Dressed in my cowboy hat, green sweater, beige duster, and brown scarf, I met the local lawman, Sheriff Tom Ridgewell. Tom wears an eyepatch over one eye, a maroon sweater, and a dark blue coat, a revolver resting at his hip. We stepped into the dim saloon together. "Pardon my curiosity," I began, "but how did you come to lose the eye?" Tom told the story calmly: five years ago, he apprehended the outlaw Tord Larsson, but in the struggle, Tord wounded his eye and vanished without a trace. Behind the bar, silently polishing a glass until it squeaked, was the barkeep—Tord himself, face shadowed by his hat and apron, listening with…