wild west · american frontier · gritty · lawman · outlaw · saloon setting · train heist · revolver · rugged · adventure
A dry wind kicks up spirals of ochre dust beneath a sun that bleaches the sky. The first raw timber buildings of a frontier settlement solidify from the wavering heat. The rhythmic clop of hooves and the metallic *ching* of spurs score the air, undercut by the tinny, relentless piano leaking from the saloon. A line of grim-faced deputies marches shackled prisoners toward a squat, fortified station. You swing down from your saddle, your palm settling briefly on the cool butt of your revolver, a few silver dollars whispering in your coat. The wide brim of your hat carves a slice of shade across your face as you survey the weathered boardwalk. This place feels solid, for the moment—a temporary island of order in a lawless sea. Where does your boot land first, you?