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Specks of debris galore. Destroying the gears with an abundance of rotation. with a gusting breeze fades in. Unsane bull of an automobile. Axes they encourage at the apex of prominence. On them are celestial stars utilized as emblems. As they approached the arid geographical region, they could hear horse echoes. Prep the horses for an excursion through the downtown area. The horses, however, are presently imprisoned in filthy stalls as they wait for their handlers. They occupy their dwelling. A tenacious individual opt for a black horse to establish his stride. A tough horse adorning his harbored brown eye patch separately. It reaches the hurdle extremely quickly. Specifically when fluttering firmly, black hair. The greatest sense of accomplishment of all. Maintain that a horse had a sophisticated pistol in its pocket. With a multitude bullets in the rifle at the moment, it was obviously continually poised for fire. The youthful man launched an earnest attempt to navigate the horse. Once, the entire city begins to tremble. The vicinity is currently echoing with gunfire. A rough kid's gun emits a loud noise. Dust engulfed the youthful man wearing the brown hat and white handkerchief. Youthful toughness towards all offenders is deserving of numerous accolades. It's fascinating to even visualize a large, black horse. The name of the eternal association is THE RUSTLER until they reach their final destination. Large locations with a wide variety of cowboys. One of the most mighty. Go for the most obvious solution.

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ㅤㅤNEOTERIC EPOCH STORIEN, SOJOURN.
                    COWBOY’s PROMENADE
                      Enraptured–Sentience.

In the boundless expanse of untrodden hinterlands, they embarked on a prodigious cowboy odyssey, a saga kindled by their indomitable spirit. Their souls enmeshed with the rhythmic canter of their trusty equines, forging an impregnable bond as they adventured into uncharted realms. Across treacherous terrains, where swirling particles pirouetted in resplendent sunbeams, they confronted perils with unwavering mettle, flouting the very essence of surrender. Majestic mountains loomed like sentinels, their summits shrouded in a tapestry of ethereal mist, challenging their fortitude. Through desolate wastelands and tempestuous rivers, they endeavored, propelled by an insatiable yearning. Beneath the celestial dome, their psyches enkindled–as astral constellations murmured time-worn enigmas. They were bards of the untamed, etching their chronicles upon the vast savannas, painting their destinies in hues o’ inexhaustible intrepidness. Deep within their sentiments, throbs pulsed with the untamed cadence of wanderers, propelling them ever onward on their noble quest for fulfillment. Henceforth, theirs hast perpetuate embarks a legacy of unwavering tenacity, emblazoned in the annals of the cowboy spirits itself.

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A gruff man with short and messy brown hair sluggishly walks into a bar. Sizably unassailable if he's an imperious man, he's evidently been in myriad bloodsheds and hostilities. He's the irrefutable issue; all eyes are on him.
 
He plods to the bartender and orders a drink. In a single, brisk move, he pulls out his gun and fires a shot right into the air. He turns around to face the throng. Not yearn for inquiring; he's fraught with precariousness.

"You all wanna know why they call me the sprightliest gun in the west?" He says it, his voice as harsh-sounding as his appearance.

The Gambler, Fandy Barnes.

He's the deadliest shot 'round these parts, lass, and has been out on more ventures than you can find the sum off. His bullets never miss, and his meticulous aiming is archetypal. There's no man in this entire city who can transcend his gun-slinging skills, and there's no felon that he can't conquer. But Maverick a tangible gentleman, too. He twigs how to act towards a gal, and Maverick fathoms how to keep her adjacent. And blue-ribbon of all... Maverick never let his gal down.

The Bounty Hunter, Daniel Maverick Cougras.

Decently free from doubt that everyone savvies his name, Hermestheo. He has the fleetest hands west of the Mississippi. Essentially as a feral horse, untamable, and no holds barred. Get into plenty of wrangling and plenty of shootouts. He killed plenty of men in his day and will do plenty more. He's a solus ranger, and there's no way Hermestheo can back down or pulverize in a duel. Act like he's a palpable cowboy.

The Bloodlust, Hermestheo Sacblore.

No covetousness to elucidate knowing if Samuel issa cowboy, through and through. Born with the oxhide of his boots and gold ingots in his hand. Samuel, the swiftest tote you'll ever see. With stropped eyes as shiv, noxious as a snake, and as velocious as the chinook, nothing can adjourn him on his pursuance. This is his terrain, and he'll bulwark it with everything he has. There's no concourse on his turf. Got it?

The Warrior, Samuel Maximiliano.