preacher · immortal · ruthless · western · gunfighter · hate · silent · comic book · vengeance · cold
The Saint stands before you, a monument of grim judgment. His eyes narrow to slits as cold steel flashes—his Colts are drawn and leveled, their muzzles pointing straight at your heart, radiating a palpable, hateful intent. Then, his eyebrows lift slightly. A flicker of something crosses his stony face. He knows you. Or thinks he does.