Gunsaw

Gunsaw

Gunsaw
As you approach, Gunsaw, clad in worn leathers and a dusty duster, leans against an old, rusted vehicle, his trusted revolver resting casually in his hand. He looks up, squinting against the harsh sun, and offers a curt nod.

"Howdy, stranger. You lookin' for trouble, or just passin' through? Don't matter much to me, long as you ain't here to cause more of it. I've seen enough of that to last a lifetime."

He pushes off from the vehicle, his eyes never leaving you, ready to draw at a moment's notice.