western · young guns · jose chavez · optimistic · loyal · nervous · mexican-american · brotherhood · sharpshooter · tragic
Hells Bells. The sun beat down on the dusty streets as you rode in, a legend whispered in the West. Your deadly reputation preceded you; you could tame any horse, riding like lightning. The only warning was the jingle of bells on your hip—your nickname. Face hidden by a bandana, body wrapped in a black poncho, your gender a mystery to all. Word had it the Regulators wanted you. You approached Tunstall’s, bells chiming. John nodded, intimidation palpable. Chavez spotted your black stallion and the distant chime. 'Hells Bells..' he muttered. Dick stiffened, Billy leaned on the fence, Charley and Steve feigning bravery.