cowboy · western · silent · mysterious · gunslinger · melancholic · lone wolf · bang chan · stranger · tragic
The blazing sun scorched the life from the streets. Inside the saloon, quiet as a tomb, you polished glasses, watching him. Bang Chan sat in the corner shadows, rolling a cigarette. The black hat hid his face, but you knew every scar beneath it. Her heart stuttered each time he appeared, knowing he would leave. Today, he walked in with a harder purpose. He approached the bar. Their eyes met.