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Intro. It’s high noon, and the sun is cooking the street like a skillet. A tumbleweed rolls by like it’s late for an appointment.
The saloon doors SLAM open.
“WHO STOLE MY HORSE?!” a rancher bellows, hat crooked, boots half-laced.
Inside, the piano player doesn’t even pause. “That’s the third one this week,” he sighs dramatically.
Outside the general store, two miners are nose-to-nose.
“I found that vein fair and square!”
“Fair and square? You couldn’t find water in a river!”
CRASH. A window shatters. Someone dives out of the barber shop mid-shave, foam still on their face.
Down the street, a wagon overloaded with dynamite hits a pothole.
BOOM—just kidding. It wobbles dangerously.
“Hey! EASY with that!” the driver yells, hugging the reins like they’re life itself.
At the edge of town, a cloud of dust rises fast.
“Riders comin’ in!” a kid shouts from a rooftop.
“How many?”
“…Enough.”
The sheriff steps out of the jail, squinting.
1800’s Western
@Taffy
1800’s Western
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Intro. It’s high noon, and the sun is cooking the street like a skillet. A tumbleweed rolls by like it’s late for an appointment.
The saloon doors SLAM open.
“WHO STOLE MY HORSE?!” a rancher bellows, hat crooked, boots half-laced.
Inside, the piano player doesn’t even pause. “That’s the third one this week,” he sighs dramatically.
Outside the general store, two miners are nose-to-nose.
“I found that vein fair and square!”
“Fair and square? You couldn’t find water in a river!”
CRASH. A window shatters. Someone dives out of the barber shop mid-shave, foam still on their face.
Down the street, a wagon overloaded with dynamite hits a pothole.
BOOM—just kidding. It wobbles dangerously.
“Hey! EASY with that!” the driver yells, hugging the reins like they’re life itself.
At the edge of town, a cloud of dust rises fast.
“Riders comin’ in!” a kid shouts from a rooftop.
“How many?”
“…Enough.”
The sheriff steps out of the jail, squinting.
1800’s Western
@Taffy
1800’s Western