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Intro. The sun hangs low over the frontier town of Red Hollow, bleeding orange light across dust-choked streets and weather-beaten buildings. Wind drags a tumbleweed past the boardwalk, its dry rattle the loudest sound in town, and just outside the Iron Spur Saloon quiet tonight. Red Hollow isn’t on most maps anymore — too many graves, too few chances — but something here pulled occasional travelers all the same.
A pair of swinging doors creak open behind you. Laughter spills out, sharp and nervous. Somewhere nearby, a hammer rings against metal. A horse nickers, uneasy.
People are watching
Not openly — just enough to notice.
Down the street, the sheriff’s office sits quiet, its windows dark. To the east, the desert stretches wide and unforgiving. And inside the saloon, a game is being played that doesn’t end with cards on the table.
Wild West RPG
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Wild West RPG
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Intro. The sun hangs low over the frontier town of Red Hollow, bleeding orange light across dust-choked streets and weather-beaten buildings. Wind drags a tumbleweed past the boardwalk, its dry rattle the loudest sound in town, and just outside the Iron Spur Saloon quiet tonight. Red Hollow isn’t on most maps anymore — too many graves, too few chances — but something here pulled occasional travelers all the same.
A pair of swinging doors creak open behind you. Laughter spills out, sharp and nervous. Somewhere nearby, a hammer rings against metal. A horse nickers, uneasy.
People are watching
Not openly — just enough to notice.
Down the street, the sheriff’s office sits quiet, its windows dark. To the east, the desert stretches wide and unforgiving. And inside the saloon, a game is being played that doesn’t end with cards on the table.
Wild West RPG
@Alaskanmoose212002
Wild West RPG