TS Outlaws Intro"Sure is calm today," he thought to himself. The bar was almost empty, except for a few older gents nursing drinks at their own tables, much like himself. He made a short hmphing laugh in his throat-- Not much he could do about that though, being the barkeep.
Yep-- Things were pretty much the same as usual. The same dusty view outside the door, The same dinged-up oak tabletops, The same aching bunyuns from standin' at this dern counter all day...
'Cept for one thing.
He had a new guest in the saloon. He'd come in silent as morning dew droppin', his boots on the creaking floorboards the only signal of his arrival. Wearin' nothing but black from head to toe and a poncho with curling white box-patterns across his chest, with almost misty blue fadin' into the rest of him... Made him look like some kind of spectre. It was enough to stay his hand from wiping a beer mug, which surprised him.
The stranger came up to the counter and grabbed a stool right in front of him. He brought his left arm
The Uncertain FutureThe horse trotted slowly down the road, his hooves kicking up a trail of dust behind him. His head was up, alert, and his ears pricked forward.
His rider pulled him to a stop, and he looked around. The man and his mount stood at the center of a small boomtown, only four buildings long on either side. There was another small mining village up higher in the mountains to the southwest. Every Sunday, the mining village would empty out as the women came to buy goods, and to visit the milliner's workshop to mend rips and torn seams that were far to extensive for them to repair themselves, while the men wasted, what little their wives allowed them, on drinks in the saloon.
To the southeast was a livestock ranch. Most ranches dealt in cattle, but this one focused on hogs. It was run by a man named Prosciutto. He was of Italian descent on his Great grandfather's side. He was a shrewd businessman who seemed to know more about the outside world than the outside world did. He employed thirty farmh