11-22-2016, 03:09 AM
He had been doing this for years, ever since he moved out west from New York, it didn't take him long to get used to the way thing's went and her grew into a man in the old Wild West. One of the most notable marksmen in the country, some would argue infamous, with the northern accent that he just couldn't shake and the growing of his salted beard and hair, though he wouldn't call it that. Salted just wasn't the right word for the way his dirty blonde locks were lightening into silver curls beneath his hat, a hat which was almost as old as he was. One that was passed down from father to son and one that he had just laid out on the bar top behind him as he watched the singer on stage who gave a bit of a peek show herself. Though he wasn't exactly...attracted to things of the sort and when he looked to his side it seemed that the man across the way didn't either.
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