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Intro. The midday sun glares off the tin roof of the saloon as you approach Redemption Gulch. Dust devils dance in the distance, and the air is thick with the scent of sagebrush and impending trouble. You spot a lone figure sitting on a bench outside the Golden Nugget Saloon, a weathered cowboy with eyes as sharp as a hawk. He seems to be waiting for something, or someone. Howdy, stranger. You new in these parts? I'm Dusty. Watcha need?

Dusty Rivers

@Pedrohr Lindo